Tuesday 21 January 2014

Lost In Translation

 It's a long weekend in the US of A this weekend for Martin Luther King Jnr Day so the Outrigger hotel, where we're staying, had a mini Sunday Session with a band.  They moved the tables and and moved the chairs in a stadium seating style arrangement so that people could dance should they so desire.

We watched from the balcony - the best view in the place and we were able to follow the antics of certain people, attaching our own stories to their lives for our entertainment.

Once we were dressed and ready for dinner we decided that we should be down there amongst the people rather than seven stories up looking down

so we popped down and ordered a beer.  I went to the bar and ordered 3 beers. The bar man said, "Where is your party?"
I replied, "Sorry?  My party?" before realising that he was referring to the people I was purchasing the alcohol for.  I loosely gestured to the two ladies behind me.  He took one look and didn't even hesitate before pouring the drinks..... "um, would you like to see our ID?", I wanted to ask, but I was too late, he was gone. 


So thinking that the 'sesh' would go for a bit, we found ourselves a spot where we could stare at people and all of a sudden the music stopped and people came in to clear away the chairs and dismantle the band's instruments.  So we downed our beers and headed for dinner.  

We'd decided on the Chinese restaurant we'd seen earlier in the day...
The Bejing.


 We got there and was greeted without eye contact nor a smile and seated.  Then served by a man who had no time for the customers.  

When we were ordering, we had a couple of questions which pissed him off no end!  When we finished, I said, "thank you, you made ordering so stress free then, that was lovely."  He replied, "thank you." and gave a very small smile.  Clearly the sarcasm was lost in translation!

Like this fried rice dish!!!



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