Lost In Translation

Posted on October 22nd, 2007 by Christopher.
Categories: Hilarious.

True Story… driving home last night starving.. so I stop at one of the million “Fried Chicken Restaurants”, now I will admit I wasn’t in my nice and undiverse pueblo of Redondo Beach. However that really doesn’t excuse my experience at Jack’s Fried Chicken. So I drag my straving ass into JFK and sit down.. (yes it was sitdown)… the young mexican waitress comes up and asks me what I’ll have… I spot an interesting ad.. “Meal in Box” and think to myself now that sounds perfectly simple but I wasn’t sure what was included… and the exchange happens like this.

C: I’ll have the Meal in a Box, what exactly does that contain?

Waitress or W: “eh?”

C: What does the meal have, like what foods are included.

W: “Meal in Box.. eh?… eh?… what is in it… ?”

C: “MEAL IN BOX… WHAT IS IN IT!”

W: “Chicken”

C: “Obviously I know there is chicken included… with the name of the establishment being JFK.. simple deduction… there was that hint that the meal would include Chicken…”

W: “eh?”

C: “What else besides Chicken is part of the meal”

W: “umm…… un momento por favor ” & a confused look and off she goes to get help.

New Waiter: “Um… chicken is included”

C: “and”

NW: “Mash Potatoes”

C: ahh now we are getting somewhere….. “ok what else”

NW: “ummm other chicken”

C: “What is other chicken?”

NW: “eh?”

After 10 minutes I said give me the fucking meal, I’ll figure it out. My main problem with this is how did these people get this job? I checked the address and it wasn’t in Mexico so I’m pretty sure I was still in my country of origin. How is it that someone who doesn’t speak a bit of English ends up in a job that they are dealing with English speaking people every six seconds? Kind of slows things down don’t you think??

So as I ate my pollo which was now fucking muy frío, it occurred to me that these establishments don’t care about their customers.. AT ALL.. this small situation is becoming the norm making english speakers feel like a foreigner in their own country.

Living in a retirement home someday is going to be real fucking fun.

“Juan could you get me my heart medicine now… before I die”

“eh?”

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