I took my Chevy to the levee...or wait, was it a Chevy?

1/30/09
Today I talked to our Super a little bit, but we still don’t know his name. Let me tell you a little about him. The first couple days we were here, we noticed that this one younger fellow was always hanging around in the lobby, watching people come in and out of the building. We live in a pretty swanky area of town, and most of the people in our building are well-heeled older folks. One day, when we were coming into the building, the younger fellow asked us if we lived in 2A. Then he introduced himself to us and I thought he said his name was Chevy. We said hello, and he welcomed us to the building. At that point in time, we just thought he was another dude who lived in the building. Today however, I had a longer chat with him. The chat mainly consisted of me using nouns and unconjugated Spanish verbs. I asked him where he worked, and he said he lived and worked in the building. We have since determined that he is the Super and lives in the first floor apartment off the lobby. I also addressed him as “Chevy” and he had no idea what I was saying. Now, I think his name is Guicheve or something like that.