LOL.. Word-of-the-Day!
 

How funny is this? Just was checking Email... My "Wordsmith" word-of-the-day???

zanjero (zahn-HAY-ro) noun: One who is in charge of water distribution.

At least you can tell people, "You know what the horse's name means?"

Can we dub him "THE WATERBOY"?

Or "Gunga Din".. a candidate for the literary set...

You know, every time I saw him run I thought there was "something wrong with his medulla oblongata ."

Gunga Din? Wasn't that a Cary Grant movie?

lol.

I got busted by the local zanjero yesterday for washing my car in the driveway. Turns out water restrictions are in force. I was 30 minutes early apparently. I can say with certainty the local zanjero is a 70-ish gal with blue hair and drives a Ford Escort.

Zanjero: Hello sir.
S2S: Hi, what's up?
Zanjero: You can't do that.
S2S: Do what?
Zanjero: Wash your car.
S2S: Why not?
Zanjero: It's only 4:30.
S2S: Huh?
Zanjero: It's only 4:30.
S2S: What?
Zanjero: It's in the paper.
S2S: Huh?
Zanjero: Do you read the paper?
S2S: I read two papers a day.
Zanjero: Well it's in there.
S2S: Ma'am, what are you talking about?
Zanjero: We have watering restrictions in force.
S2S: I didn't know. Why didn't you just say that?
Zanjero: I thought you knew. It's on the front page of both papers every day.
S2S: Not the papers I read.
Zanjero: What papers do you read?
S2S: The Wall Street Journal and the Racing Form.
Zanjero: What is the Racing Form?
S2S: It's... it's.... it's not important.
Zanjero: You can't wash your car until 5 o'clock.
S2S: I see.
Zanjero: So, you promise not to wash your car until 5 o'clock?
S2S: That depends.
Zanjero: Depends on what?
S2S: Whether you plan to come back this way before 5 o'clock.
Zanjero: If I do, I'm going to give you a $100 fine. I could fine you right now.
S2S: No problem. Would you like some cookies?
Zanjero: It's too close to dinner time. Thanks anyways.

LOL, B! Hehe :D

Yes. Grant.. Douglas Fairbanks, Sam Jaffe, Joan Fontaine..

But Kipling wrote the poem first.. About an Indian waterboy serving the British Army and specifically Grant and his 2 pals..

Gunga Din by Rudyard Kipling

You may talk o' gin and beer
When you're quartered safe out 'ere,
An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it;
But when it comes to slaughter
You will do your work on water,
An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.
Now in Injia's sunny clime,
Where I used to spend my time
A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,
Of all them blackfaced crew
The finest man I knew
Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din.
He was "Din! Din! Din!
You limpin' lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din!
Hi! slippery hitherao!
Water, get it! Panee lao!
You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din."

The uniform 'e wore
Was nothin' much before,
An' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind,
For a piece o' twisty rag
An' a goatskin water-bag
Was all the field-equipment 'e could find.
When the sweatin' troop-train lay
In a sidin' through the day,
Where the 'eat would make your bloomin' eyebrows crawl,
We shouted "Harry By!"
Till our throats were bricky-dry,
Then we wopped 'im 'cause 'e couldn't serve us all.
It was "Din! Din! Din!
You 'eathen, where the mischief 'ave you been?
You put some juldee in it
Or I'll marrow you this minute
If you don't fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!"

'E would dot an' carry one
Till the longest day was done;
An' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear.
If we charged or broke or cut,
You could bet your bloomin' nut,
'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.
With 'is mussick on 'is back,
'E would skip with our attack,
An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire",
An' for all 'is dirty 'ide
'E was white, clear white, inside
When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire!
It was "Din! Din! Din!"
With the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green.
When the cartridges ran out,
You could hear the front-files shout,
"Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!"

I shan't forgit the night
When I dropped be'ind the fight
With a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been.
I was chokin' mad with thirst,
An' the man that spied me first
Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din.
'E lifted up my 'ead,
An' he plugged me where I bled,
An' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' water-green:
It was crawlin' and it stunk,
But of all the drinks I've drunk,
I'm gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.
It was "Din! Din! Din!
'Ere's a beggar with a bullet through 'is spleen;
'E's chawin' up the ground,
An' 'e's kickin' all around:
For Gawd's sake git the water, Gunga Din!"

'E carried me away
To where a dooli lay,
An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean.
'E put me safe inside,
An' just before 'e died,
"I 'ope you liked your drink", sez Gunga Din.
So I'll meet 'im later on
At the place where 'e is gone --
Where it's always double drill and no canteen;
'E'll be squattin' on the coals
Givin' drink to poor damned souls,
An' I'll get a swig in hell from Gunga Din!
Yes, Din! Din! Din!
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!
Though I've belted you and flayed you,
By the livin' Gawd that made you,
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!

I think so.... I may have to make a t-shirt that says that!

Oooops, sorry! Thought this was the Zanjero Appreciation thread!

I'll keep looking for it. Surely I can't be the only one.....:confused: :D

Funny, I just got my water bill the other day...a "hunch" play???

I like him, even made a small derby future wager on him.

Let's go water-boy!:)

Ah Ha! So that's where Steve gets all his big words from! :D

No, you're not! I like him! :D

Cajun, who don't you like? I think you have a soft spot for all of 'em.

LOL ! Thanks for that <g>

Well, it's hard to hate a horse. :o

My top 5 are:

Scat Daddy
Any Given Saturday
Zanjero
Notional
Liquidity

Your line just totally made my day...

ALostTexan