Many years ago I worked in a Laura Secord store that sold mostly chocolate, but also had a lunch counter with sandwiches, salads, drinks and a variety of other foods.
"Could I have a hot chicken leg please?" a man asked.
We had a microwave, and cooked chicken, so I held up a selected chicken leg for his approval, but instead he just looked at me in a strange way.
"You wanted a hot chicken leg?" I asked.
"No, a hot chicken leg." he replied..
Thinking he was just a strange man, I put the selected poultry in the microwave and heated it.
I placed it in a bag, and offered it to the man.
Confused, he frowned.
"I want a hot chicken leg please," he said again.
"This is a hot chicken leg," I said.
"No!" said the man, very slowly, in his best Asian English,
"A hot C H O C O L A T E."
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