Here are three recent mix-ups from my Beirut-born beloved.
They threw you under the river
Aleen was aiming for, “They sold you down the river,” or “They threw you under the bus.” Instead she came up with a phrase which sounds like it’s from a Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel. I like to imagine Salma Hayek delivering this line.
Okay, I like to imagine Salma Hayek, period. But I believe she would do justice to the phrase.
The emperor’s new shoes
The final word here should have been ‘clothes,’ but Aleen got specific and went for ‘shoes’ instead.
You are talking out of both sides of your ass
I regret to report that she was addressing me when she made this accusation.
If it was a snake, it would’ve bit me
Aleen didn’t say this one. A clerk at the Beverly Hills courthouse did. She was an African-American woman in her mid-40s. She was shuffling through papers in my client’s case. When she found what she was looking for, she said, “If it was a snake, it would’ve bit me.”
This isn’t a mangled idiom. The clerk said it correctly. It means, “The thing I was looking for was right in front of me.”
The clerk said she learned the expression from her grandmother. According to the internet, this saying is popular in the South.
Speaking of snakes, my brother Bob was hunting for quail a couple of weeks ago in Colorado when he and his wife ran across a rattlesnake. He shot the head off the snake, but the decapitated snake continued to slither off down the road and was still wriggling when Bob picked it up for a photo.
Don’t ask me why Bob picked it up for a photo. He just did.
Snakes are not the only animals which keep moving after they are dead, decapitated, or dismembered. At a child’s birthday party several years ago, I tried to delight the young crowd by showing them a lizard which I’d found on the pavement.
I picked up the little guy by his tail. The tail came off. The terrified lizard took off running. I was left holding the squirming, wriggling little abandoned tail.
I was a big hit at the party!
Here’s a second, bonus story concerning reptiles and crying children. It’s from my reporting days 17 years ago at the St. Petersburg Times in Florida.
Thirty kids from the Good Beginnings daycare center in Melbourne, Fla., were watching from the other side of the glass as the greenish-gold snake suddenly launched itself from a table in the center of the room. The snake attacked George and injected a big dose of cobra venom into his arm.
George was rushed to the hospital. He was in a coma for 3 days. He survived the incident, but lost partial use of his arm.
For my own part, I wanted to know more about the toddlers from Good Beginnings. That’s one field trip I would like to have attended, if for no other reason than to help tamp down the collective Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder response. (Well, and also to see a 12-foot cobra attack his keeper.)
It wasn’t the best way to begin the day for the preschoolers. “They were all asking me, ‘Is he okay? Is he going to die?'” said teacher Mike Szewczyk. “I didn’t know myself.”
Truthfully, now I don’t feel so bad about the lizard tail at the birthday party.