I spend ten minutes with
the waitress
talking about the correct
pronunciation
of the word gyro.
tomato tomato, I say to her,
getting no smile.
you americans, she says.
explaining in two
words
what she perceives
is wrong with the world
and its lack
of culture
and understanding. I don't
necessarily disagree,
but i'm starving
and take my gyro
and French fries
and get out of there.
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