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Thursday, February 25, 2010

Awkward Turtle

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Eventually we ended up at a fairly nice restaurant in a building called either Union Square or Times Square.  There were a lot of shops in the bottom, and we stopped in a candy store for a minute to get some stuff although the workers seemed mad at us and like they wanted to rush us out.  We were kinda hungry at this point and just figured we’d look around and see what seemed appealing.  We got to (I think) the third floor and found a pretty classy looking place with a lot of window views and some English and some pictures on the menu and it looked within our price range probably, so we went in.

 

The food was really good and really cheap.  Like, I think we each paid about $10 US for our entire meal, and we got drinks, a main course, and a dessert for each of us.  The only bad part was that we couldn’t drink the water because it makes Americans sick to their stomach.  Well, really just anyone that didn’t grow up with the water in the area.

 

The waitress was really cute.  She spoke a little bit of English but not too much.  I forget exactly how we got to talking about it, but somewhere in the conversation about the staff some of us mentioned that we thought she was cute, and I was one of them.  Dani said she was going to tell her, and the next time she had to come over, Dani actually did tell her.  She smiled, but didn’t react too strongly at all.  I felt a little embarrassed, just a teeny tiny bit although I mostly just didn’t’ care, but mostly felt a little bad about it because I feel like it was a bad place to be for the waitress.  I said “Oh man, awkward turtle…” and made the awkward turtle motion with my hands.

 

The waitress was looking on from the wait station, and imitated with her hands and made a face as if to wonder what it was.  I told her it was a turtle.  She didn’t know what that was, and she held out a pen and a piece of paper and asked me to write it.  I didn’t write down “awkward,” just “turtle,” and she took the pen back.  I wonder if “Awkward turtle” is translatable in Mandarin.

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