The silentest conversation ever!

Had a new experience today. I went back to Sandy for a friend's farewell, and there were a bunch of other people there too, including one deaf guy. He and I left her house at about the same time, and as I'm walking to my car, I hear somebody clap behind me. Remembering the deaf guy, I turn around, and sure enough, it was him trying to get my attention. He starts doing his thing with his hands and I'm trying to think what the signs are for "I don't know sign language!" I almost said "No hablo espanol," but upon further thought, that wouldn't have helped much. But thank goodness that whoever wrote sign language made it sort of make sense! He pointed at the car, and me, and himself, and made like he was outlining a house, and put his hands together and bowed his head, so I'm thinking, "Okay, so... you- drive- me- house- please or something like that.... he wants a ride?" So I nod and motion to the car, he does it all again to check if I understood, which I wasn't sure I had, but I nodded again, he got in, and away we went. Then it hit me... he wasn't meaning "I pray thee good sir, my house!" but more "pray house! pray house!" Oh yeah. The church. So I drove to the church and he seemed pleased, and he pointed to his car in the parking lot and I let him out and we waved to each other and he signed 'thank-you' and I'm like Hey, I know that one! and then we both drove our seperate ways. I'm not sure what I learned from the experience, but it was pretty sublime, so I thought I'd blog about it. And that's the way the cookie crumbled. very quietly.