Origin and Evolution of “You go sleep in the garage.”
This title will at least ring bells if you've read either of my previous posts (Nov. '08, yesterday) about our friend Abdoulaye, just returned from Mali for a new stint of study at MSU.
It was fairly early in Abdoulaye’s first weeks with us, in the fall of ’05, when he told us that in Mali a man may have up to four wives, but that he has to declare, when he marries the first one, whether he plans to be monogamous or polygamous. No springing surprises on the first wife when things go sour.
“And what do you want to do, Abdoulaye?” my husband asked. “How many wives do you want?”
It was fairly early in Abdoulaye’s first weeks with us, in the fall of ’05, when he told us that in Mali a man may have up to four wives, but that he has to declare, when he marries the first one, whether he plans to be monogamous or polygamous. No springing surprises on the first wife when things go sour.
“And what do you want to do, Abdoulaye?” my husband asked. “How many wives do you want?”
Abdoulaye rolled his eyes. “One is enough, I think.”
I
acted suitably outraged at the implication that even one wife was a
heavy burden, then scrambled around to offer praise for his support of
monogamy. Abdoulaye, watching this elaborate if poorly choreographed
dance of political correctness, shook his head and dissolved into
laughter.
A few days later, I was relating this latest interesting fact about Mali to a friend, when Abdoulaye walked in.
This has become one of those jokes that doesn’t die, because we won’t let it. In his e-mails before arriving two weeks ago, Abdoulaye said to clean out the garage (for myself), as he’d be bringing a new wife for Steve from Mali. I replied that he’d best bring warm clothes (for himself), as the garage was unheated and night temperatures often dropped below zero, and we were talking Fahrenheit here, not Centigrade.
At the airport, after the initial hugs and exclamations of delight, we were about to move off when Abdoulaye checked us: glancing back at the arrival door, he said, “Wait a minute--someone else is coming.” Then he looked at me, and I got it. “You cleaned the garage, yes?” he asked. More eye rolling on my part, while Abdoulaye slapped his leg and laughed.
So there you have it: how it is that Abdoulaye and I are endlessly threatening to make the other sleep in the garage. As for Steve, he asks now and then when he’ll get this new, promised wife, but he doesn’t seem to have much hope that she will materialize.
A few days later, I was relating this latest interesting fact about Mali to a friend, when Abdoulaye walked in.
Feeling more than a bit self-conscious, I said, “Isn’t that right, Abdoulaye, that in Mali polygamy is legal?”
“No.”
“But--you told us that in Mali a man could have up to four wives.”
“No.”
“But--”
“In the United States, yes. President Bush announced this morning.”
“Abdoulaye--”
“I will be finding new wives for Stephen. He needs four. One to do cooking, one for cleaning, one for laundry, and one for love.” He lingered over the last word, drawing it out.
This time I rolled my eyes. “Okay, fine. As long as I’m the one for lo-ove.”
“No. You will sleep in the garage.”
“Me! All right, Abdoulaye, that’s it. You’ll be sleeping in the garage!”
It’s probably at that point that I knew we’d be friends for life.This has become one of those jokes that doesn’t die, because we won’t let it. In his e-mails before arriving two weeks ago, Abdoulaye said to clean out the garage (for myself), as he’d be bringing a new wife for Steve from Mali. I replied that he’d best bring warm clothes (for himself), as the garage was unheated and night temperatures often dropped below zero, and we were talking Fahrenheit here, not Centigrade.
At the airport, after the initial hugs and exclamations of delight, we were about to move off when Abdoulaye checked us: glancing back at the arrival door, he said, “Wait a minute--someone else is coming.” Then he looked at me, and I got it. “You cleaned the garage, yes?” he asked. More eye rolling on my part, while Abdoulaye slapped his leg and laughed.
So there you have it: how it is that Abdoulaye and I are endlessly threatening to make the other sleep in the garage. As for Steve, he asks now and then when he’ll get this new, promised wife, but he doesn’t seem to have much hope that she will materialize.
Too funny!
Posted by: Michãel | February 12, 2010 at 04:46 PM
Glad you enjoyed it, Michael!
--Kate
Posted by: themanicgardner | February 13, 2010 at 02:38 PM