Not long after moving here, I had a conversation with a neighbor. He was out walking with his daughter and saw me messing with my horses.
Him: I didn't know you was in the horse business.
Me: Well, I'm not really. I just have them.
Him: Ah, well, I do a little fooling with the horse business myself. You see 'em tires up there.
He pointed toward a set of hills in the distance. I wondered what his vision was like because I sure as hell couldn't see any tires.
Him: Yeah. You can ride clear on up to them tires.
Me: Uh huh. *nodding*
Then he left. For the next week I forgot about it till the UPS driver came. She started talking about her route and how she wanted to stop by after she'd gone to the pyre company. Wait. We don't burn people on pyres in the United States. Do they export these pyres to India? Are they special pyres?
Fast forward another week. I was at the dump taking my trash. The fellow that works there is extra friendly.
Trash Guy: Hey - you need any of these here little pots for your flyers?
Me: (Thinking - Don't you need planes for flyers?) Um, no, that's okay.
Trash Guy: All ladies like some pretty flyers.
Me: (Thinking: Well attractive pilots are nice but I'm more concerned with their skill) Uh, yeah, I suppose.
Trash Guy: My wife, she loves her flyer bed. Always out there, every afternoon, weeding, picking, pruning. It's real pretty, her flyer bed.
Oh. Tires. Towers. Pyres. Power. Flyers. Flower.
Have you ever had a total language misunderstanding?