Friday, December 23, 2005

there are many reasons why i think so lowly of japs, and yesterday gave me even more ammo with which to shoot them with. there was this group of jap guys, professionals i guess, who came by to buy a drink. my colleague, sharie, had the great misfortune of having to serve them. this is more or less how their conversation went:

sharie: HI! how may i help you?
jap 1: ?
sharie: what would you like to have sir?
jap 1: ?
sharie: what would you like to drink sir?
jap 1: drink?
sharie: we have coffee-based iced blended..... etc etc....
jap 1 (points to board): the cofi... icsh... that oen...
sharie (pointing to the board as well): this sir?
jap 1: ar-so.. so.. yes
sharie: can i have your name or initial sir?
jap 1: ?
sharie: your name sir?
jap 1: ?
sharie: NAME?
jap 1: NAIME? my naime? ar-so.. so.. MASADA!

at this point, his friends laugh at him for being so slow to realise sharie was asking for his name. but...

sharie: your name or initial sir?
jap 2: ???

see? not very smart people right? so frustrating. it almost kills me to be at the counter sometimes...

i heard the crickets at 11:48 am

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