Watching my language
Sofia, Bulgaria, Vitosha Street - like Oxford Street, London without the tourists. Back then, few Bulgarians spoke English. Likewise, my Bulgarian was restricted to 'Две бири Моля' (two beers please).
I like to return home with presents for my wife. This trip it would be a handbag. I browsed a handbag boutique and saw a bag I thought she would like. The price seemed very inexpensive. But was it real leather?
To find out, I put my index fingers on my head like horns and said "Moo?"
Fortunately the saleswoman laughed and nodded after realising I wasn't calling her a cow!
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Christopher about 6 years ago
Haha! That's hilarious, Neville.
By the way, in how many different languages can you say "two beers please?"
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Neville Hunt about 6 years ago
Thanks Christopher. I’ll have to tot them up...or better still, I’ll do a mini series. My rationale for knowing how to say two beers please is that I will always have a drinking mate wherever I go. Bratislava, Slovakia will be the next one although it’s possible I have told that story before in an earlier drabble, but hey! 🤫
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Neville Hunt about 6 years ago
PS...but I must get on with Fedelta...😕
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Christopher about 6 years ago
Yes, I meant to ask you when you were going to resume that.
