Friday, July 21, 2006
Annoying conversation
In a small Bay Ridge Supermarket, where I have never before used a cart:
Me: Where should I put the cart. (There was nowhere obvious)
Checkout woman: You must bring it back.
Me: I don't want to take it anywhere!
CW: Put it there then. (Pointing to a space between her register and the Customer Service desk)
Why did that conversation have to go beyond 2 sentences?!
I am reminded of my days in El Paso, before I learned better. Typically, I would go into a restaurant and order "T Bone Steak, rare, with Fries and a large Iced Tea." And the waiter would say "T Bone Steak? How would you like that?" ...."Would you like that with a Baked Potato or Fries?" ...."Would you like anything to drink?"
I am similarly reminded of a conversation from when I drove London buses. This was on a 125:
A couple board at Tally Ho Corner, North Finchley.
He: It says on the front of your bus, you’re only going to Finchley Central.
Me: That’s where this bus goes. That’s where it always goes.
He: But does it go to
Me: (interrupting) “It doesn’t go to Golders Green, Edgware or Barnet.” (answering the three most frequently asked questions)
She: So where does it go?
Me: Finchley Central!