The Hindi Waiter
Posted on 02. Jan, 2012 by Musaed in idea, life, Short Articles
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The thing about going to work in the city, comes lunch time, you will have plenty of options to choose from. I needed a quick bite. lots of meeting
for this day, and my body is sending a sharp serge of pain into my head telling me, it needs “refueling”
I went to place that i knew of for over 20 years. i am not a regular but i ate there between once in awhile. the reason being is that every time I go there I feel guilty! here is why..
20 years ago, I was young(er) and I was hungry. I went in to eat and the waiter at the time missed up my order. impatient, I start to give the poor soul a piece of my mind. needless to say I regretted it.
from that day on, every time i come in, I see the poor fella avoiding me. or keeping the conversation at a minimum.
I thought about apologizing but it never happened. Months and years passed by, the guy still works there, and i still remember that day every time i see him. and im sure he does too.
I decided to put a stop to this, I decided to talk to him. I finished my food, and i called for him:
me: shlonik
him: tamam baba
me: anta e3arfini
him: ee baba
me: mino ana
him: ziboon
at this point i can see a big comic bubble over his head with a big question mark in it.
me: i had a fight with you 20 years ago (translated)
him: Baba I dont remember what I had this morning for breakfast. alla kareem.
Musaed