Tuesday, April 30, 2013
I know, I’m in Aruba, not Jamaica, but the friendliness of the inhabitants of this lovely island reminds me of one of my son’s favorite stories.
I think I may have already stolen this story from him in a previous post, but what is the good of getting old if you can’t repeat yourself?
Years ago while vacationing in Jamaica, my son and his friend were remarking on how friendly all the Jamaicans were.
“Everywhere we go, we are greeted with smiles and a friendly ‘Yeah Mon!’”
“I know, it is always the same, ‘Yeah Mon…Yeah Mon’”
“It certainly sounds friendly, what does it really mean?”
“Hell, for all we know it could just be code for ‘Screw you asshole!’”
Unbeknownst to my son and his friend, they were being followed by a Jamaican resort worker. In response to the assertion that “Yeah Mon” could just mean “Screw you asshole” the Jamaican replied without missing a beat,