Sunday, April 28, 2013
Collecting unintentionally funny misstatements is a hobby of mine.
A friend’s elderly mom, telling him about pleasing singers who performed without accompaniment at her retirement home, reported that they sang “Acapulco.”
My favorite is something my conservative Georgia cousin told me before we went to Key West. Knowing that we’re unconventional types, which she is not, she recommended the Blue Heaven restaurant, where chickens peck near your feet in a courtyard.
“Oh, Mary Carter,” she drawled, using my middle name, as all my family still do , “you’d love it. It’s so Bavarian!”
The image of oompah musicians sweating it out in lederhosen in steamy Key West created a joyous collision of images for me.
Now, whenever we see anything remotely Bohemian, my husband and I will say, almost in unison: “Oh, it’s so Bavarian!”