jump out and say baf
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Today, I’m sharing the Czech word, VYBAFNOUT, which means to jump out and say ‘baf.’
As a kid, I hated my parents’ basement. Unlike the rest of our house, the basement was dark, cold, cluttered and wicked creepy. For a time, an African mask hung over the fireplace; its white eyeballs followed me as I passed to bring my basket of dirty clothes to the laundry room where the washer and dryer lived.
NOTE: I was willing to endure this psychological trauma to ensure my most awesome pair of perfectly faded, very torn, and strategically patched Levi’s were available whenever I wanted them.
I did a good job of freaking myself out in that laundry room.
Mostly because I was certain that while I put my jeans into the wash, that spooky mask had come to life and someone was waiting to get me — in the other part of the basement. To avoid the scary, masked-perv (who was apparently afraid of dirty laundry), I hauled ass when it came time to go back upstairs.
Sprinting across the shadows, I hauled a$$ up the 11 stairs to the landing adjacent to the pantry.
Believe it or not, the scary masked-man perv had an irrational fear of Hostess Ho-Ho’s, so that was the place I knew it was safe to breathe.
One day, the pantry door opened. Two hands reached out toward my neck.
Holy poop on a stick!
I think I pounded the baf out of my brother that day.
Or he pounded me.
I’m pretty sure we both ended up banished to our rooms for a while.
{Okay, so he didn’t jump out and say baf, but still! He jumped out at me, people. I’m thinking the Czech ‘baf!’ = the American ‘Boo!’}
The main point here is that this is why I hate basements.
I love how other cultures have compact language for the actions and concepts for which we haven’t necessarily got the right word.
Now it’s your turn!
Leave me a comment about a time when you jumped out and scared the ‘baf’ out of someone — or someone jumped out and scared the kakka out of you and receive a very scary, authentic African mask for free.
Just kidding.
This month’s winner is Christie Tate of Outlaw Mama. Last month we were talking about the Hawaiian word pana po’o, which refers to how some people scratch their heads when they are trying to remember something. Outlaw Mama wrote:
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