Recently in a restaurant in Barstow, one of my co-workers tried to order one of the "fancy" cocktails on the menu called a "Mojito Margarita". He repeated it to the waitress a few times, pronouncing it correctly, and received only a confused look in response. Eventually, the light went on in my head (granted, it's only about 75 watts, but this is Barstow we're talking about), and I told her, "He wants a moe-GEE-toe margarita."
"OH! OK!" she responded, in a tone that implied, "Well, why the hell didn't you *say* so?" I think the funniest part is that the waitress was that ignorant while my *Swedish* co-worker, who has lived in southern California all of one year, pronounced it correctly.
*sigh* I have to spend far too much time in that town. Pity me.
Cheers
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"Life is too short for grief. Or regret. Or bullshit." -- Edward Abbey, Vox Clamantis in Deserto
"OH! OK!" she responded, in a tone that implied, "Well, why the hell didn't you *say* so?" I think the funniest part is that the waitress was that ignorant while my *Swedish* co-worker, who has lived in southern California all of one year, pronounced it correctly.
*sigh* I have to spend far too much time in that town. Pity me.
Cheers
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"Life is too short for grief. Or regret. Or bullshit." -- Edward Abbey, Vox Clamantis in Deserto