I was riding the loser limo from the main conference hotel to my hotel, taking in the infusion of foreign sounds and sights. The Germans always make a strong showing at this winter software conference, invading Disney with their av ante garde hair designs and pointy shoes. The South Americans contribute to the mix by greeting people like no others, kissing and hugging complete strangers like long lost relatives. And then there's the Russians.
I had four behind me, and they laughed the entire 15 minute ride from the Dolphin to Port Orleans. The genesis of the lauighter had started before I boarded the bus, and continued unabated thru the trip. The humor surrounded somecalled Kasperlov. Between gails of laughing, one would say a sentence ending in that key word, and it would trigger a stroing er laugh from them all. For example:
"Blah blah blah KASPERLOV!"
Then resounding fits of laughing. Then
"Blah blah blah, blah blah blah
KASPERLOV!"
And so on.
After a few minutes, the guy next to me asked "Can you make out the language?" His own accent was British, not royal but blue collar, and we talked for a while deciding it must be Russian.
"Well I must say they are enjoying themselves." He understated.
"I don't know about you, but I do have to meet this Kasperlov character." I said.
Suddenly, the couple behind me tapped me on the shoulder, must have heard me utter the magic word. "Kasperlov?" the lady asked me, shushing her friends.
"I nodded. "Kasperlov." I said.
"Kasperlov!" The guy said and the four of them fell back into laughing, giant tears rolling down the large man's face.
Maybe he's like the Russian version of Carrottop? I'll have to keep looking into this. Stay tuned.