Our landlady, two sons, and local handyman just spent 30 awkward minutes in our apartment making various repairs that I didn't know needed done. Fortunately one of the sons had passable English, but the mother just grinned impishly, held her hands to her chest, and said "Sighnomee" (again, no idea how to write it other than phonetically) over and over. She was adorable.

They're now involved in a rather loud argument with the handyman over the cost of his repairs. At least I think that's what's happening. From what I've heard of Greek conversations, they could be telling each other how much they love ice cream. The volume and heat of Greek conversations are surpassed only by Russian and Arabic.