01 november 2012

Fine memories on a Thursday evening

[Hotel in Berlin after bus + flight + two hour cab ride AKA exhausted]

- Was möchten Sie?
- Tee, bitte.
- 'schuldigung?
- Tee.. bitte?

[Long awkward silence. I look at him, probably frowning in a totally confused manner, he stares at me, equally puzzled. Do I really initiate the whole 'Können Sie bitte Englisch sprechen?' just to get a friggin cup of tea? Oh. Light bulb.]

- Eine Tasse Tee, bitte.

Duh. Germans are such sticklers for detail.

[Starbucks lady got English speaking me the next day. She did however respond in German, but all remained well with the world.]

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