so, i went out to vote - took mom along and then we grabbed some food at the diner...
not for nothing, but, you would think that if you are going to interact with people at your job, you may want to be able to speak the language of the majority of your customers...
i ordered the chicken francaise... it came with potato (mashed) and a choice of vegetable...
me: okay, what are the vegetables?
jose (yes. that was his name, so do not start growling that i am "stereotyping" anyone) rattles off:
"bru prawts. carts. airplanes."
me: eh... beg your pardon?
jose: "bris parts. carhits. airplanes."
me: um... the second one? was that "carrots"?
jose: "yeh"
me: um... what were the other two?
jose: *annoyed sigh* "buss pelts an' airplanes"
me: i'm sorry, still not really sure what - oh, the first one... was that brussels sprouts?
jose: "yeh."
me: and what was the other? airplanes?
jose: "yeh."
me: um... airplanes? what are those?
jose: *insert blank stare* "airplanes."
(if only he were a foot shorter, i'd've called him Herve.)
me: sorry, Jose, but airplanes?
[enter American waitress]
waitress: is there a problem?
me: um... we were just wondering what the airplane vegetable was.
waitress: what the? jose? airplanes?
jose: "si."
waitress: i think he means eggplant.
me: ohhhhhh... um... okay, i will pass on the vegetables. thanks
cannot wait for my microphone... the stand came today --- but THIS story would've lent itself PERFECTLY for podcasting. dang.
