I had quite a bit of time at the Phoenix airport last week so I caught up on my language practice. As I was working a person came up to me, pointed near my feet, and said, "Excuse me, I dropped my buckeye." I was confused and asked if he meant I dropped my buckeye. How could it be that someone else in Arizona carried around a buckeye.
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| No, no, he meant his buckeye. He picked it up and showed it me. |
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| Just in case he was wrong I looked in my bag and, sure enough, my buckeye was still there. |
We tapped buckeyes and he said, "O-H." Of course I responded, "I-O." He insisted that I take his buckeye, which I was hesitant to do until I remembered that I had a
California buckeye, which he accepted. Interactions like that make me love humanity.
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| One more bonus buckeye picture, one from my purse (yes, I had been traveling with three buckeyes). His was dark with a small belly button (not sure of the right word). The one I showed him was light with a large belly button, and the one in my purse was dark with a large belly button. Time to learn what that means. And do buckeye trees that have white blossoms produce different buckeyes than buckeye trees with red blossoms? I think I need to travel to Ohio in fall to do some research. |