In the terms of the No Woman No Cry post, I got to thinking of other rather obvious things I missed in life. Here was probably the best one I could remember:
In my area there is an ATM company called TYME. I believe it stood for Take Your Money Everywhere. (Drake has an ATM on campus and believe that is where I started telling this story to some friends) So whenever we were younger and we were heading somewhere, my father would also mentioning have to “make a stop of the TYME machine.”
Fast forward to Jordan One. I was walking down a street corner looking for an ATM. TYME in my area is a lot like Kleenex, that’s what we called, it, never an ATM. So In Broken Arabic I asked for what directions to what translated to the Time Machine. I could not understand why they looked at me as if I was insane. It eventually occurred to me that TYME is a play on TIME. My Jordanian friend still gives me a fun time because I was the American idiot who asked where to find a Time machine, as if I was waiting for a DeLorean to take me back in time.