Sun 14 Feb 99 10:50
MARTY LEIPZIG
Down at the ExPat Cafe.

Overheard this morning at the local ExPat-hangout coffee shop...

Waitress: Gut morny, canny hep Jew?
Patron: I'm sorry?
W: Eye sed gut morny. Jewish to odor sunteen?
P: <Eyes wide> Umm, yes. I'd like some bacon and eggs.
W: Ow July then?
P: What?
W: Aches! Ow July then? Pry, boy, pooch...?
P: Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry. Scrambled, please.
W: Ow July thee baycombe? Crease?
P: Crisp will be fine.
W: Okay. An Santos?
P: What?
W: Santos. July santos?
P: Umm...I don't know...I don't think so.
W: No? Judo one toes?
P: Look, I feel really bad about this, but I just don't know what 'judo-one-toes' means. I'm sorry.
W: Toes! Toes! Why Jew Don Juan toes? Ow bow eenglish mopping we bother?
P: English muffin! I've got it! Toast! You were saying toast! Fine, an English muffin will be fine.
W: We bother?
P: No, just put the bother on the side.
W: Wad?
P: I'm sorry. I meant butter. Butter on the side.
W: Copy?
P: I feel terrible about this, but...
W: Copy? Copy, tee, mill...
P: Coffee! Yes, coffee please. That's all.
W: Won minnie. Lesse, Jew wan: strangle aches, crease baycombe, tossy eenglish mopping we bother honey sigh and copy. Rye?
P: Whatever you say.
W: OK. Tenjewberrymud. Beefu minnets, K?
P: <bewildered> You're welcome...

Gad, I love this place.

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