Everyone’s heard it ad nauseum in other blogs, and I wanted to refrain from stooping to such lows here. But my experience yesterday changed my mind, and it’s because it involved a BOY. My little niece is so right. At the age of two point five, she’s learnt to blame everything on the boys. You go Eye!
Characters: LMM and newbie (male) waiter (who speaks little english)
Scene: Arguably the nicest cafe in Kyiv
LMM: Could I please have the ham sandwich with no butter?
Waiter: Um. Yes. Sorry. No. Um. Without..?
LMM: Without BUTTER. No butter. Nyet. Byez macla.
Waiter: Da. Kharasho. Oh… Kay…
Twenty minutes later, a plate appears with my delicious ham bread roll on it.
Waiter: Ham sendvich byez macla.
LMM: Oh, thanks so much.
LMM inspects the bread roll, and sure enough, it’s not byez macla, i.e. without butter. But I didn’t bother to complain. I just ate the roll and left a really crappy tip.
Boys. They can’t do anything right.