(still) Lost in Translation
I thought we had finally learned how to communicate with the Aussies, but we still get caught off guard once in awhile. Today I was looking for a coworker, and another coworker told me he was in the toilet. I laughed and asked if he needed any help getting out - because to my American brain, that meant he was literally INSIDE the toilet. In my head I pictured a giant toilet bowl and my coworker treading inside the bowl, struggling to climb out. But no. Here, toilet just means restroom.
On Sunday Phil and I took a customer to the footy. Phil went to get himself a beer and came back with two. It wasn't intentional - he had asked for a blonde draft. So he got one cup of blonde beer, and one cup of draught beer - apparently he should have asked for a blonde from the tap. And after you are handed two beers, you can hardly say no to either of them. I suppose I should probably just be happy he didn't end up with a blonde chick.
On Sunday Phil and I took a customer to the footy. Phil went to get himself a beer and came back with two. It wasn't intentional - he had asked for a blonde draft. So he got one cup of blonde beer, and one cup of draught beer - apparently he should have asked for a blonde from the tap. And after you are handed two beers, you can hardly say no to either of them. I suppose I should probably just be happy he didn't end up with a blonde chick.
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