Ten Minutes to an Hour


Well, the ten minute restriction turned into well over an hour. We had a truncated quiz show, and I watched how the KNZRT questions grew and developed in terms of the answers we had already heard.

After the meeting, of course, there was the food. This time around, however, it was paired with drinking and the group leader, who was a downright comedian. She was a new retiree, and insisted on celebrating her newly awarded pension with a bottle of vodka. Thankfully, these three shots came after a day of eating, so no drunkenness was at risk. The real value however, was in the comedy.

See, the two Noble Kiwis are well into their fifties, and are accustomed to both Kyrgyz humor, and that of women all over the world. So, when this woman began proposing to them, and joking about keeping them around as husbands, they didn’t shy away. Instead of make the joke awkward, they jumped on the bandwagon, listing off their requirements for a bride. It was a happy family endeavor, and the groups all called on us for an inevitable return.

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