Speaking English?
I have days where I wonder what language comes out of my mouth, or if I'm actually having conversations with people that make sense to anyone.
Due to unusual circumstances (Translation to English: my lunch was forcibly ejected from the fridge at work, which was incompatible with the survival of the glass-based container it was residing in at the time of the incident), I had to go out to get lunch. In the name of getting back to work quickly, as Thursdays are short days for me, I went to Wendy's. This is a reasonable approximation of the conversation I had with one of the employees.
Employee: "What kind of dressing for your salad?"
Me: "Honey-dijon, please."
Employee: "What kind of dressing do you want?"
Me: "Honey-dijon."
Employee: "dressing."
Me: "Honey-dee-john"
Employee: What kind of dressing for your salad?"
Me: "Honey-dijahn. It says honey-dijon on the board, it's a dressing, right?"
Employee: "You have the salad with your meal?"
Me: "yes.."
Employee: "You want the Honey Mustard?"
Me: "Yes."
Sometimes I just don't get fast food joints - they make me wonder if I have aspergers syndrome. After that conversation, I wasn't even going to touch the issue that my "sprite, no ice" had more ice than sprite.
Due to unusual circumstances (Translation to English: my lunch was forcibly ejected from the fridge at work, which was incompatible with the survival of the glass-based container it was residing in at the time of the incident), I had to go out to get lunch. In the name of getting back to work quickly, as Thursdays are short days for me, I went to Wendy's. This is a reasonable approximation of the conversation I had with one of the employees.
Employee: "What kind of dressing for your salad?"
Me: "Honey-dijon, please."
Employee: "What kind of dressing do you want?"
Me: "Honey-dijon."
Employee: "dressing."
Me: "Honey-dee-john"
Employee: What kind of dressing for your salad?"
Me: "Honey-dijahn. It says honey-dijon on the board, it's a dressing, right?"
Employee: "You have the salad with your meal?"
Me: "yes.."
Employee: "You want the Honey Mustard?"
Me: "Yes."
Sometimes I just don't get fast food joints - they make me wonder if I have aspergers syndrome. After that conversation, I wasn't even going to touch the issue that my "sprite, no ice" had more ice than sprite.
6 Comments:
Excuse moi, Anthony, BUT honey dijon, is not anymore moutarde de Dijon!!! that's why they didn't understand you at Wendy's.
You may consider a trip to France and enjoy real moutarde, c'mon ;-)
hehe... that's awesome.
I'm planning a trip to France for next year - and I'll definitely stock up on real mustard while I'm there....but I don't think it's going to help me out with the staff at Wendy's.
I think next time I'll just order ranch. (-;
What, they don't have tupperware in Vancouver?
Is that a non-sequitur, or is there a connection between mustard and tupperware that I'm missing?
Translation to English: my lunch was forcibly ejected from the fridge at work, which was incompatible with the survival of the glass-based container it was residing in at the time of the incident.
-- Could have saved yourself all the trouble!
Heh.. gotcha. It was thanksgiving weekend (Canadia), so the turkey was probably still making me sleepy.
It's not good to microwave plastic. :P
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