Wow. At work yesterday, I had to serve a special group of 3 older people at the restaurant. Generally, I don’t like to serve old people for obvious reasons; they don’t know anything about Vietnamese food, and well, they’re old and hard to talk to. This group of 3 was particularly special however. In one corner we have a British woman with a cockney accent, which is a ridiculous dialect of English from Great Britain. British people are usually not that hard to understand unless they come from a small town in Great Britain, where they pretty much have their own language, which unfortunately was the case this time around. Beside her, we have a woman who is a deaf mute, and on the other side of the table we have a really senile old man. I don’t want to make fun of these people, but when it came time to taking their order, it was almost impossible. The British lady’s accent was so thick that she might as well have been a deaf mute. She ended up pointing out what she wanted on the menu. The deaf mute was using a mixture of sign language and charades which I can say with full confidence, isn’t my best language. She also eventually pointed to the items on the menu that she wanted. The old man was just smiling and pointing out the window aimlessly, presumably at the sun, so I just ignored him. You can’t make this stuff up. The level of incomprehensibility was mind boggling.
“I have no idea what you just said”
