Number 3

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I hate having huge amounts of change, so before I got on the Port Liner for the last time, I decided to go to McDonald’s and spend a bit of money there.  I looked at the menu posted up above for a bit, wanting only a plain hamburger, but they just had four really big pictures.  So I asked for a #3, plain, since it was the closest to a plain hamburger.  I had written on a piece of paper “Plain.  No cheese, no lettuce, …” because people read English much better than listen.  I handed it to them and they seemed to understand.  They just said, “Plain.  Hamburger?”  So I said plain hamburger.  The girl working put her index fingers in an X over the #3 meal, and I said that was correct, not #3, just plain hamburger.

 

When my order was ready about 90 seconds later, they gave me 3 plain hamburgers.

 

I looked at it surprised when the manager handed it to me – she was maybe a 24 year old girl – and said, “Oh!  I only wanted one!”  And she said, “One!?”  I was not upset at all, I thought it was a really adorable miscommunication, so I just laughed and smiled and said it was okay, and said thank you to them in Japanese the best I could.

 

Peace out.