Today in the cafe... Badaboom Beverley asks one of the customers if
they would like a fork and knife with their takeaway meal. But with her
French accent...
"Do you know what it sounded like you just said?" I murmur to her, our backs now to the bank of customers.
"No. Wut?" This wut, it's always short and emphatic, like she really wants to know wut.
"It sounded like you said 'Do you want a fuckin' knife'."
BB looks momentarily mortified. "Really? Is zat what you 'erd?"
I nod slowly. "It's what everyone heard. Beverley... you really shouldn't speak to our customers like that."
Fit of stifled giggles from us both. We turn around and the bank of customers is looking at us with suppressed smirks or open smiles, even though none of them really know what we are laughing about.
"Do you know what it sounded like you just said?" I murmur to her, our backs now to the bank of customers.
"No. Wut?" This wut, it's always short and emphatic, like she really wants to know wut.
"It sounded like you said 'Do you want a fuckin' knife'."
BB looks momentarily mortified. "Really? Is zat what you 'erd?"
I nod slowly. "It's what everyone heard. Beverley... you really shouldn't speak to our customers like that."
Fit of stifled giggles from us both. We turn around and the bank of customers is looking at us with suppressed smirks or open smiles, even though none of them really know what we are laughing about.
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