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Tottered into a caff this morning and asked for a cup of tea and a slice of toast and marmalade. They gave me a cappuccino and toast and marmite.
Cuppa tea/cappuccino; okay, I can see that. Toast and marmalade/toast and marmite; yeah, all right.
But it reminded me that one lunch time in a pub with Thai food, I ordered a cheese and pickle sandwich. They made me cheese and bacon. Cold fried bacon and thick slices of uncooked cheddar. It was no good, I couldn't eat it.
Cheese and pickle/cheese and bacon; no.
Cuppa tea/cappuccino; okay, I can see that. Toast and marmalade/toast and marmite; yeah, all right.
But it reminded me that one lunch time in a pub with Thai food, I ordered a cheese and pickle sandwich. They made me cheese and bacon. Cold fried bacon and thick slices of uncooked cheddar. It was no good, I couldn't eat it.
Cheese and pickle/cheese and bacon; no.
I have a similar problem when I ask for a pint of coke. I live down south but lived up north for the first 24 years of my life. I've had a pint of Carling (understandable but was amusing at the time as I'd told all my work mates I wasn't drinking and then came back with a Carling), a pint of Magners (??) but the most weird was a glass of rose wine (?????).
I ask for Pepsi now.
I ask for Pepsi now.
I once ordered soup of the day and got fish pie.
A while ago I was staying at a hotel in Wales, and ordered food and asked for a pint of IPA. The waitress looked confused and said they didn't sell it, but they did as I'd already been to the bar and seen it, so I told her that, and was told again they didn't sell it. So I asked what they did sell. She reeled off a list, the last one being IPA. I pretended to ponder awhile and said 'I think I'll have an IPA please.' She wrote it down, said 'No problem' and headed off.
A while ago I was staying at a hotel in Wales, and ordered food and asked for a pint of IPA. The waitress looked confused and said they didn't sell it, but they did as I'd already been to the bar and seen it, so I told her that, and was told again they didn't sell it. So I asked what they did sell. She reeled off a list, the last one being IPA. I pretended to ponder awhile and said 'I think I'll have an IPA please.' She wrote it down, said 'No problem' and headed off.
zollburgers said:
I have a similar problem when I ask for a pint of coke. I live down south but lived up north for the first 24 years of my life. I've had a pint of Carling (understandable but was amusing at the time as I'd told all my work mates I wasn't drinking and then came back with a Carling), a pint of Magners (??) but the most weird was a glass of rose wine (?????).
I ask for Pepsi now.
outside of the shire, I have to speak the queens when ordering coke.I ask for Pepsi now.
I was 16 and on a school trip in France. I don't speak French.
I asked for a Coke, guy says 'Croque monseir ?', I assumed he meant 'Coke, Sir ?'. 'Wee' I replied.
Despite being gasping for a drink, I had to play it cool when 10 minutes later I was chewing on some melted cheese sandwich monstrosity.
True story, and to this day I have never since set foot on French soil thankyouverymuch.
I asked for a Coke, guy says 'Croque monseir ?', I assumed he meant 'Coke, Sir ?'. 'Wee' I replied.
Despite being gasping for a drink, I had to play it cool when 10 minutes later I was chewing on some melted cheese sandwich monstrosity.
True story, and to this day I have never since set foot on French soil thankyouverymuch.
sneijder said:
I was 16 and on a school trip in France. I don't speak French.
I asked for a Coke, guy says 'Croque monseir ?', I assumed he meant 'Coke, Sir ?'. 'Wee' I replied.
Despite being gasping for a drink, I had to play it cool when 10 minutes later I was chewing on some melted cheese sandwich monstrosity.
True story, and to this day I have never since set foot on French soil thankyouverymuch.
Yes, the French were definitely at fault there.I asked for a Coke, guy says 'Croque monseir ?', I assumed he meant 'Coke, Sir ?'. 'Wee' I replied.
Despite being gasping for a drink, I had to play it cool when 10 minutes later I was chewing on some melted cheese sandwich monstrosity.
True story, and to this day I have never since set foot on French soil thankyouverymuch.
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