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Here we will be presenting for your attention some interesting bits of information, jokes, stories, anecdotes from sport or life which are brought back from almost every trip. We ask you, our dear friends sportsmen, coaches and heads of delegations to share such stories with us so that we can publish them here under the “It Is Interesting” headline.
In the plethora of different stories from which we could start this headline I chose some connected with my friend, an outstanding citizen, a sportsmen, an actor, an art director, Soso Jachvliani.
I have often been told that I look younger than my actual age. When we meet Soso always greats me with the following words: “Vaja, don’t you look fresh and springy like a pickling cucumber!”.
Once after training session Soso and I were walking along the Rustaveli Avenue. At the-then Lenin Square we saw a big queue at the door of the Hunters’ Union shop. We got interested and asked someone why such queue. A guy from the queue said that there were shotting boots on sale, the ones with high legs that were used during fishing,
and that the shop was running out of stock rapidly. “That is exactly what I need, I was planning to go fishing next weekend, and I won’t be able to buy a pair”, said Soso, but in a second his face lighted up. I have to admit that Soso Jatchvliani has an irresistible warm smile that sets him apart from anyone I know. So wearing his best
smile he stands in the queue and asks the person in front of him: “Excuse me, could you kindly let me pass forward?” The poor person in front of him falls under his charm and immediately lets him pass. The same situation repeats with the next person, and then the next till he approaches the counter. From there he shouts to the sales girl:
“Young lady, can you pass to me the pair size 43 that Giorgi asked you about?” Just for a second the girl hesitated because she did not know who he was talking about but then she also fell under his charm and asked the people standing at the counter to pass back a pair of boots to Soso.
Once we were flying to an Internasional Tournament in Paris via Check Republic. My friend Aleko Tatishvili was coming with us as a fan. When we landed in Prague we were requested to leave the aircraft for security reasons while the plane was refueled. Alter slouching about the airport for some time we were requested to board the plane again.
So we returned to our seats. At that moment the stewardess came forward and with a smile asked the usual question: “Is everyone here? No one missing?” A man rose from his seat in the back of the plane and replied: “Yes, one passenger is missing”. The young woman continued still with a smile:”Stop joking please. If we do not take off in 10 minutes
our corridor can be occupied by another plane and in this case we might not be able to fly today”. The man continued very seriously: ’I am not joking, one passenger is missing”. “Do you know him?”, this time the stewardess asked seriously. “No”, answered the man. “But all seats around you are occupied”, said the stewardess, “So how do you know that
someone is not on the plane?” There was irritation in her voice. “Where is that black passenger that was flying with us?“, insisted the man. Now everybody got agitated, something like panic started on board. Where is the black passenger? The members of the crew returned to the airport to try and find the black gentleman. Alter some time the same
stewardes, very pale and frightened, rushed on board and asked loudly: ”Can anyone describe the muissing passanger?” “Yes”, answered my friend Aleko, who was sitting next to me. “Please do”, almost begged the young stewardess. “Well, his color was like that of wet asphalt”, answered Aleko. Everyone burst out laughing. Well, Aleko joked of course,
but alter some time the missing black passenger was finally found and we continued to Paris.
This store also happened on the same plane when we were flying to Paris. The young stewardess was so grateful to Aleko for helping find the missing passenger that she simply went out of her way to please him. Every two or three minutes she approached Aleko and asked him if he wanted anything. Aleko grew tired of it and when she approached his seat
once again and asked if he needed anything he replied: “Actually there is something I need, but I am embarassed to say it out load, can you bend down so that I can whisper into your ear”. She was lost for a second because everybody around heard what he said. Alter some hesitation she bent down to him. “You see”, he said : “My friend and I are going
to Paris and we could use a million dollars each. Could you kindly bring us one million each?” There was laughter again.
I will not give some names of my characters because I do not want to offend any of my friends. A Mrs. N. who is a friend of our family was putting her grandchild to bed. She was carrying him in arms singing him a lullaby and a lot of other songs but the baby did not go to sleep. Alter almost an hour Mrs. N. was exhausted. Suddenly the
little boy raised his little head with some difficulty and said: “Granny, can you please stop singing, I am very sleepy”.
I often joke during training sessions to liven up the process.
Once a pupil’s mother came to our class and said to me:”My son ofter tells to me your funny jokes. Please allow me to be present at your class”. Her request seemed a little strange to me but I let her stay during the session. At the first joke she started laughing and
laughed and laughed. I had to stop the training and ask her to stop laughing otherwise I would have to ask her to leave the hall. “I wish people would laugh so much at my jokes, that would make me so happy”, she sighed. This made me even angrier. I was determined to ask her to leave when I had a feeling she looked familiar to me. I looked closer and realizad I was talking to Mrs. Mzia Kvirikashvili.
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