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Nathan Natas

Room Service (RS): "Morny. Ruin sorbees."

Guest (G): "Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service."

RS: "Rye..Ruin sorbees..morny! Djewish to odor sunteen??"

G: "Uh..yes..I'd like some bacon and eggs."

RS: "Ouw July den?"

G: "What??"

RS: "Ouw ! July den ?...pryd, boyd, poochd?"

G: "Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry, scrambled please."

RS: "Ouw July dee baychem? Crease?"

G: "Crisp will be fine."

RS: "Hokay. An Sahn toes?"

G: "What?"

RS: "An toes. July Sahn toes?"

G: "I don't think so."

RS: "No? Judo sahn toes??" !

G: "I feel rea lly bad about this, but I don't know what 'judo sahn
toes' means."

RS: "Toes! toes!...Why djew Don Juan toes? Ouw bow Anglish moppin we
boter?"

G: "English muffin!! I've got it! You were saying 'Toast.' Fine. Yes,
an English muffin will be fine."

RS: "We boter?"

G: "No...just put the boter on the side."

RS: "Wad?"

G: "I mean butter...just put it on the side."

RS: "Copy?"

G: "Sorry?"

RS: "Copy...tea...mill?"

G: "Yes. Coffee, please, and that's all."

RS: "One Minnie. Scram egg, crease baychem, Anglish moppin we boter on
sigh and copy....rye??"

G: "Whatever you say."

RS: "Tendjewberrymud."

G: "You're very welcome.

talesin

I just met a lovely woman while waiting for the bus. I had asked her for the time, and she started chatting ... fresh from Japan 11 months ago. She came here to learn English, and now plans to stay. :D We had a similar conversation, and many chuckles, trying to figure each other out.

She: I have been to Australia, twice,

me: Really? Cool! I have a friend in melbourne ...

she: ah, I love pud.

me: pud?

she: Yes, pud, pud. Is on this side of australia (gestures) ... PUD. <big smile>

me: Ah, Perth, yes! I got it! <grin>

ballistic

I forget a lot of people on here have American accents. Because I work for an American company all day and am on here all night - I am starting to pick up the terminology. A girlfriend of mine was taught English by American tutors also, so she has an accent, which I quite like.

BrendaCloutier

Great story!

I love going to Mexico. I've finally gotten less self-absorbed in speaking spanish and realized many shop keepers want to try out their english on you. The most fun is when I was in a shop run by two women, I had a friend shopping with me who had a bad attitude about mexican shop keepers always trying to cheat you.

We ended up having a very mixed conversation in spanish and english, with me translating the spanish to my friend, and one of the women translating the english to her friend, and talking about differences and similarities, and men and families.

When we left, one of them brought two cheezy cheap keychains and gave them to us as tokens of kindness.

Belinda was so amazed and impressed and her attitude about mexican shopkeepers completely changed. Not that some aren't out to cheat, but most are just trying to make a living and are kind friendly people, especially when the customer is friendly.

stealyourface

Thank you, come again!

Faraon

I had a friend shopping with me who had a bad attitude about mexican shop keepers always trying to cheat you.

I don´t think that they try to cheat you. As Americans we are used to having a fixed price, but what happens, not only in Mexico, but in some other countries, and in most flea markets and garage sales in the USA, is that you are supposed to ask the shop keepers to lower the price.

Bargaining is an art by itself. If you demean the object being sold, you will not get very far. The best results are when you tell them you like it but don't have enough money. Sometimes they will sell it to you for 25% of their initial asking price if you know how to bargain.

When something's price is clearly marked in a department store, they will usually will not lower the prices, tho.

Faraon

Leolaia

Cute...reminds me of "Ladle Rat Rotten Hut":

http://www.exploratorium.edu/exhibits/ladle/

My favorite lines as: "A nervous sausage bag ice" and "Armor goring tumor groin-murder's". LOL!

Frannie Banannie

Really funny, Nathan!This kinda reminds me of some conversations I've had in the past with Californians...heh

A Cal friend of mine couldn't understand why I told her I put awl in my biskits, and I KNOW I pestered the hellouta some grocery sacker when he asked me if I wanted "p'per'rplstic" and I made him repeat it about half a dozen times before I finally told him to slow down, cause I didn't think as fast as he could talk, and I couldn't understand what he was sayin'.

Frannie

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