A few nights back, a relative of my husband came and visit. While preparing dinner, the usual chit-chat. I don’t know the exact names of “visiting auntie’s” children, but I do know most of them through husband’s stories. So, as the gracious host, I politely asked, “Auntie, where does Omek work?”, at which point dear Auntie, gave me a blank stare and prompted me, “Omek”?
Me : Yes.
Again, blank stare, perused mouth, knit brows, cue in the cricket sound, Auntie said, “Omek”?
Me : Yes.
Auntie : Same. Same company…*chatter chatter*
At the first blank stare, I already knew I said something wrong, I sought dear husband’s eyes, but no luck, no help from him. What to expect? He’s deaf!!! Okay, sorry, but I did mentioned before here, his left ear, is a little off (it’s under-developed, all three of them, in case you don’t know, they are triplets). That instant, I wanted to give him a big whack in the forehead for not saving me from my stupid mouth.
So, I did a little sleuthing (admittedly not as professional as Megan’s though) and guess-work base on the ongoing conversations. Eureka! Omek is Auntie’s husband’s name. I thought it was her other son’s name! If I could still blush, I’d be red all over. Omel, is the son’s name. Omek, father name. Check. Check. I should have said, Uncle Omek, omitting the uncle is very impolite. I didn’t bother bringing it up again, I think Auntie is not thinking about it anymore. I hope. Filipino names are really a different “interesting” matter altogether. Dear husband’s name is Michael I, his triplets’? Michael II and Michael III. I know, right? Checkout some of these posts here and here.
Did you have one of these experiences? Care to share?