TBG is a huge fan of truly bad puns, quips, sarcasm, and innuendo. He’s mastered all of these and refined them to a true art form. Ya gotta have some special qualities to appreciate the depth of his ability in these areas.
When you’re living in a place that is 85% foreigners, and made up of about a brazillion different nationalities, none of those attributes translate well. Not a bit. Example – When the server asks at a restaurant if he’d like to try their new chicken supreme pasta – he’ll ask “Can I get it with just the regular chicken??” And he’s truly just passing the time, making conversation until he finishes reading the menu and makes a decision. But the poor server has no clue. Looks baffled. Looks around for someone with better English skills.
Or the perfume-sprayers. I dunno what you call them, the demonstrator people that stand around with bottles of perfume and cologne and want to spritz you with the scent they’re promoting. “Spray, sir, spray for you??” they’ll ask in a sing-song cadence. Frankly, the look on their face is priceless when he pops off something like “Can I get it to go? Takeaway?”. No clue.
And, it’s important to confirm things. Example – we ate at The Cheesecake Factory in Mall of the Emirates – it’s the largest one in the world (of course) and had just recently opened – New Year’s Eve. When we ordered, TBG asked about the Red Velvet Cheesecake – asked was it good, had the server tried it? The server said yes he’d tried it and he liked it. TBG closed his menu and said “great!” I ordered the Lemon Raspberry Cream cheesecake…….The server asked if I wanted two pieces. Thinking the question a bit odd, I said “No, thanks though”.
Only one came. Mine. No cheesecake for TBG. I suggested that maybe it would be along shortly. It wasn’t. Asked the server “Where is his cheesecake?” With a shocked look, he said “Madame, I am so sorry! I asked if you wanted two pieces, and when you said “No” – I assumed you would share. My apologies. I will get another immediately!” It was another “literal” conversation…..(remember when I asked the clerk “So, what brought you here?” and she led off with “Well, madame, I come from a very small village with no buses, so my uncle who has a car took me to the next town…..”??) TBG asked if the Red Velvet Cheesecake was good and had the server tried it. The server answered. Apparently “great” does not an order indicate…..lol…..We specified to bring a Red Velvet not another Lemon Raspberry (though it was sooo good!).
Yes, I’ve told him that he’s wasting his time, and all that *amazingly* entertaining humor <snort> on folks that simply won’t get it. He’s convinced he’s providing a public service – Humor Police or something. Gotta love TheBigGuy and the lack of translation!