|seriously, though . .|
This is the goodie. Wait for it.
I ordered this spacesuit looking deal for Gabry. Even though he got his driver's license and some money towards a taxi that he wants to buy, he still came back to Lucca to beg. Unfortunately, I didn't have any more to give his family at this time. This thing is waterproof and warm up until six degrees below zero. It has shoe covers and a hood. He usually sleeps at the fruit and vegetable market at night while he's here, but there is no heat there. When the package arrived on this cold for Lucca day, I was excited to call him right away. I saw the number listed under Gabry and I called. A woman answered. I told her I must have the wrong Gabry. She insisted that it was correct. That her name was Gabry. I told her that I was looking for a man. She said her husband was also named Gabry. I told her that the man I wanted was Romanian. She told me they were Romanian. I said the couple that I was talking about had a son. She said that they did have a son. She insisted on knowing what I wanted with her husband, and her tone led me to think that this wasn't the first time she had gotten this kind of a call. Anyway, I told her I was sorry, but that my husband and I have a joint contact list and maybe her husband was one of his students. She said I spoke Italian too well to be American (Thanks, lady!). She made me promise that my husband would call to clear things up later and threatened that she would save my number and call me back if I didn't.
|Since it is only a matter of time before I get arrested (see all other posts), enjoy a photo of the real Gabry's family that I illegally stole off his fb page.|