uniforall (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} uniforall) wrote,@ 2007-04-19 00:21:00 |
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The Sad Story of My Apartment Manager's Son's Girlfriend
The apartment manager was out by the mailboxes when I went to get the mail. He asked me whether I'd like some food -- it's a standing joke with him now, he thinks I've gotten pretty skinny and it must be a great trial to me. I said I couldn't trust his opinion, as he's Armenian.
And you may or may not know what that entails. In Russia there was a series of jokes about Armenian Radio. There were series of jokes about every nationality in the USSR. The Armenian Radio jokes went as questions from callers to the radio station followed by the station's answers. E.g.: Armenian Radio is asked: What percentage of men like fat women? Armenian Radio answers: Eighty percent of men like fat women. -- What do the other 20% like? -- Very fat women.
He said he is Romanian, not Armenian. I knew he's from Romania, but I thought he was an Armenian from Romania. He does look sort of Armenian, as does his wife. He said perhaps I thought this because of the story of his son's girlfriend, whose father was Armenian, and which was so sad that he wished he were Armenian himself.
She was Armenian. Her whole family was from Armenia. Her father was very old-fashioned and believed she ought to marry only another Armenian. The father's wife, mother, and other children were for the manager's son, so they continued to see each other. But when the father's mother suddenly died, there was no-one to put pressure on the father anymore; his wife could do nothing. The father insisted that the girl marry a certain Armenian who was 23 years older than her. She had no choice; she had to do it. She was 22 years old. No, this wasn't in the old country, but right here -- the manager has been by their house, and more recently saw the girl's mother briefly while he was driving in his car and she in hers.
His son was devastated by this. He was in love with her like that -- the manager waved his arms in the air above his head. He grieved for three years, and didn't date. Then he started dating, and eventually married and is very happy.
Then I remembered that I thought the manager was Armenian because that's what my mom told me. She's become a bit hard of hearing in the past few years, so she probably misheard him when he said "Romanian."
The apartment manager was out by the mailboxes when I went to get the mail. He asked me whether I'd like some food -- it's a standing joke with him now, he thinks I've gotten pretty skinny and it must be a great trial to me. I said I couldn't trust his opinion, as he's Armenian.
And you may or may not know what that entails. In Russia there was a series of jokes about Armenian Radio. There were series of jokes about every nationality in the USSR. The Armenian Radio jokes went as questions from callers to the radio station followed by the station's answers. E.g.: Armenian Radio is asked: What percentage of men like fat women? Armenian Radio answers: Eighty percent of men like fat women. -- What do the other 20% like? -- Very fat women.
He said he is Romanian, not Armenian. I knew he's from Romania, but I thought he was an Armenian from Romania. He does look sort of Armenian, as does his wife. He said perhaps I thought this because of the story of his son's girlfriend, whose father was Armenian, and which was so sad that he wished he were Armenian himself.
She was Armenian. Her whole family was from Armenia. Her father was very old-fashioned and believed she ought to marry only another Armenian. The father's wife, mother, and other children were for the manager's son, so they continued to see each other. But when the father's mother suddenly died, there was no-one to put pressure on the father anymore; his wife could do nothing. The father insisted that the girl marry a certain Armenian who was 23 years older than her. She had no choice; she had to do it. She was 22 years old. No, this wasn't in the old country, but right here -- the manager has been by their house, and more recently saw the girl's mother briefly while he was driving in his car and she in hers.
His son was devastated by this. He was in love with her like that -- the manager waved his arms in the air above his head. He grieved for three years, and didn't date. Then he started dating, and eventually married and is very happy.
Then I remembered that I thought the manager was Armenian because that's what my mom told me. She's become a bit hard of hearing in the past few years, so she probably misheard him when he said "Romanian."
