Roadblock

Today as the kids and I headed into the city we quickly came upon a roadblock. By quickly I mean the end of our street and one of the only two ways to get of our "subdivision". As I approached the end of the road a man stood motioning that the road was closed. I rolled down the window and continued in his direction. As I continue toward him he begins yelling for me to turn the car off and to back up. I wasn't sure how I could do both of those things at the same time so I continued driving toward him. He continued his shouting that the road was closed. Since I was going to be late to the Fitness Center if he didn't let me pass I felt a need to be persistent. He told me the president was coming through and that I'd have to wait about 10 minutes. I begin to ask about other ways to get our of town. He apparently didn't appreciate my asking questions as he continued to shout. When shouted at I seem to lose the ability to speak Azerbaijani. I wanted to ask the unpleasant fellow to speak kindly and calmly so I could figure out what I needed to do. Hannah told me later that in my frustration I asked him to speak sweetly to me instead of kindly. We had a little laugh about that later. Long story short our day begin with frustration as they had actually closed both exits to our road and instead of a 10 minute wait for the president to pass it ended up being over an hour. The picture I've added is a picture of our road and if you look real close you can see the man that refused to talk sweetly this morning. I guess the the moral of this story is don't be in a hurry when the president is coming.