One of the bonuses of work travel to the big city is a chance to eat different food.
We ate Cowboy (well, OK, perhaps "cookhouse" is closer to the point), Italian, Irish Pub, Indian, Japanese, Vietnamese, and Canadian Pub. Nummy all!
I was confused last Thursday night on the way to a working supper with the two teams involved in our study, and two visitors from south of the border representing the EPA. I thought the neon sign out side one establishment read "exotic linguine", and wondered out loud how could pasta be exotic?
One of my co-workers pointed out that most restaurants don't sell sex toys, the word was "lingerie", and perhaps I should get the prescription for my glasses checked. I think, at the very least, I should keep my musings to myself!
Later, Mushers!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
Everyday I read a sign incorrectly and get a chuckle from the mistake!
It's not my glasses, it's me!
Getting a chuckle out of a miss read beats a "tsk" and a shake of the head!
Post a Comment