The other night Joy suggested we get take out for supper. She made the order and I made the pick-up, which is when I was served by a gentleman I’ve known for the past 17+ years. I actually don’t know his name, but he’s always been the one to serve when I’ve eaten at his establishment and he’s really nice. We’ve actually had a lot of good chats over the years. Sometimes it’s just pleasantries, other times we’re solving all the world’s problems. This last pizza order reminded me of a great story from a few years back and I was reminded of how much I like this guy. Here’s the memory:
I was chatting with some students in town about how much we loved this particular pizza joint. And, of course, any time this restaurant comes up in conversation amoungst residents of this town, two things are sure to be said: 1) “That pizza is awesome!” …and 2) “I wonder where that guy’s from.” The latter is said because the man has darker skin than me, which means he has darker skin that about 90% of the population of Sussex and he has a slight accent. And in a small, mostly white town, people are constantly wanting an answer to that question when meeting someone with that distinction. And let’s be honest, we’ve all wanted to ask someone where they were from because of how they looked and sounded. And if that person answered with something like “Lakeville,” well, you have to admit you were probably disappointed and struggled to fight the urge to press further in hopes to get the real answer. So, as you’d expect, in this conversation with the students…
“I wonder where he’s from.”
“I know. It’s India,” says one.
“Oh really? I heard it was Dominican Republic. I’m pretty sure it is,” says another.
“It’s neither,” pipes up a third. “It’s Pakistan. I mean, he’s from Moncton. But his parents moved here from Pakistan.” I wasn’t surprised to hear this answer seeing as I’d heard his establishment being referred to with a racial nickname that indicated this country.
Now the one who said India restates his position, saying he knows he’s from there because so-and-so asked him one day and that’s what he told them. Then the guy with the Pakistan answer said something that made my day. He said, “So did I. I asked him myself where he was from and he told me Pakistan.” (I believe the Dominican Republic guy said something to the same effect.) And I realized… He’s changing the answer every time someone asks! I love this guy!
Congratulations Fanny and Alexander. This is your week.
And the Oscar goes to…
Best Actress: Pernilla Allwin as Fanny in Fanny and Alexander and...
Best Actor: Bertil Guve as Alexander in Fanny and Alexander. Unfortunately this is the only movie I’ve seen of our nominees, though I plan to watch the other two. I thought it was fitting to give it to the two child actors. I’m not sure why, but children always seem to be better actors in foreign language films.
Best Quote: When asked if he’s sad about growing old, a character answers with “I’m certainly not. Everything’s getting worse. Worse people, worse machines, worse wars… and worse weather. I’m glad I’ll soon be dead.” — Fanny and Alexander.
I wouldn’t say I recommend F&A. I’m not quite done it because it’s so long, which is a strike for me unless the movie is so good it earns a long running time. However, the first act is all about Christmas in a Swedish family and it was a lot of fun to watch. “God Jul!”