For instance, Mr.B was having an accented conversation with the Sofa maker and discussing the job at hand as I watched from afar. I was slowly getting used to his ability to speak 'Pigeon English' like a local and realised how much of an asset it was. Mr.B's hands waved in the air and came together in a clap as he talked to the pot bellied and top less African about how he'd like the end product to look. Once he was done, there was dead silence until the shorter man turned to Mr.B and asked with complete sincerity;
'You mean me?' and pointed to himself!
Mr. B later explained this was common practice as you could be alone with the driver in the car and ask him a question to which he would respond 'You mean me?' You'd find yourself looking around the car to see if anyone else was there and think 'Who the hell else is in the car!?' Same deal with the lift operator. You step in and it's just you and him and you tell him your floor to which he'll turn around and ask 'You mean me?'.
As a result, I've decided to adopt the 'When in Rome' philosophy. If Mr.B ever asks me for something, I'll simply respond with...'You mean me!?'
Marriage Tip No. 29;If you can't beat 'em, use 'em!
Welcome to our Pigeon English Marriage! How Body?