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This week is brought to you by the deaf chick – who proves that you can get yourself in plenty of trouble when you can’t hear :)
SIGN LANGUAGE FOLLIES: Part I
So… my mom knows sign language. My sister too. And my Dad pretends he doesn’t know it, but when my little sister and I got too rowdy, he suddenly seemed to be able to get his point across with some darn good signing.
They learned sign language after I lost my hearing. There’s a whole post waiting to be written (and some of you have been sweet to ask) about how I communicate and all the lip-reading/speaking/sign language business. But for this story, understand that I lip-read decently and sometimes rely on an interpreter to “fill in the blanks” in public situations.
Scene: At church. Pastor Steve-O is closing the evening service with announcements and my mother is interpreting for several deaf people sitting in the front row.
So… the service is winding down, but Pastor Steve-O is one of those speed-talkers that crams everything in at the last minute. The church is gearing up to do a new small groups program:
My mother is keeping pace with the blazing narrative coming from the stage and we are all paying close attention to catch information about the group meetings and where to get the materials:
“So make sure you don’t forget to pick up your DVD in the back after service.”
Pastor Steve-O launches into the next bulletin item, but is quickly interrupted by a sudden commotion.
Every deaf person sitting in the front row has begun signing rapidly between fits of hysterical laughter.
He looks at the front row quizzically but not a one of them is signing anything he can understand. He looks to my mother for enlightenment, to discover that her face has turned crimson and she is uncharacteristically reluctant to share what the deaf people are animatedly discussing.
Pastor Steve-O looks confused and attempts to continue with the next subject, but cannot help but be drawn to the continuing bouts of uncontrollable laughter and now tears that are wreaking havoc on the entire deaf section.
He asks again, “Was it something I said? What? What did I say?”
And again, my mother sits red-faced and stoic… save a slight twitch of her lips.
The congregation is now murmuring and I am aware of a sea of heads turning our direction… but I cannot help the giggles that are escaping as very un-churchlike snorts.
Friends, in an effort to keep up with the Pastor’s spiel, my mother missed one very important step.
When signing where to pick up the instructional video portion of the study, my poor mother had signed:
“So make sure you don’t forget to pick up your VD in the back after service.”
Did you catch it too?
And that’s all I have to say about that!
In the words of Larry the Cable Guy: Lord I apologize…