Last night was gaming night... and we had a blast. There was of course the usual herding cats atmosphere that our group gets into, especially when we haven't gathered in a while, but that's fun too. When we were gaming, our characters were just as tangental as we were.
In the course of our investigations, we got into a situation where our characters were linked magically in ways they've never tried before. In the end my character took the worst of it and ended up unconcious. The other characters first laid her out on the floor, because there was no furniture in the apartment. Soon they decided that they needed to get furniture, but didn't want the delivery men to notice the unconcious girl on the floor, so they stashed me in the pantry. Once they had the furniture all arranged, they brought me back out and tucked me into bed (so at least I won't know about being stashed in the pantry).
The session ended with at big "TO BE CONTINUED" just after a couple of the characters decided to head for home leaving my character and two others in the appartment - and just as six figures in black suites appeared.
Now I can't wait for next session to see who these figures are and maybe wake up.
... I flipped my glasses off my face while interpreting.
And ASL interpreter who wears glasses knows all about this one. Your hands are moving at a fast pace near your face. You know that your glasses are there, but for some reason you miss your mark and hook the glasses on your finger and off they come.
So far (in my admittedly short career) I had managed to avoid that particular hazard of the language. But yesterday, I not only knocked my glasses off, I flipped them all the way across the room where they were stopped by my mentors chest. Needless to say, the entire focus of the class changed (we had been talking about how to measure for cooking). The students (all developmentally delayed for one reason or another) thought that it was the most hillarious thing they had ever seen. Even the teacher and my mentor were snickering. I blushed - which of course just made the student laugh harder. I retrieved my glasses and gathered up my tattered dignity and tried to act as though this were perfectly normal. It took about 5 minutes to reign the class in.
My mentor tells me that doing that just means that I am now a real interpreter. Of course she also had to tell all the other interpreters that it happened and we all shared a good laugh.