Georgov and the mcmuffin meal.

My mate George, currently getting his 'round the world' on, sent me this email today.......

Hello people,

i would like to share with you a conversation i had in a fast food resturant with the burger girl.

girl - "hi whats up"
me - "hi there, erm, well i'd like a Jr. bacon cheese burger please"
"eat in or take out"
"erm, to go please"
"are you rushin?"
"er, no, just you know, eat as we drive"
"no, are you rushin?"
"am i rushing??"
"yeah"
"oh!... am i Russian!?"
"yeah!"
"erm, no, i'm from England, do i sound Russian?!"
"yeah"
"well i can assure you i'm not" and i smile.

In a nice completion of this story i actually met a Russian guy called George in Las Vegas who was working at a casino. He suggested that maybe my curly hair could be the reason she thought i was Russian. That is i feel being very kind.

George.

Anyway, so this got me thinking about my long lost pal, and I remembered the last time I was in a foreign burger bar with him. I think it was in Paris, and it went something like this.....and 'this' must go down as the shittest ordering of food (of any sort) ever.

server - (in halting english) 'hi what would you like'

george - (in shitty whispery whiny voiced english) - 'errr mucmuffeeeeen'

server - 'what ?'

george - 'errrrrrrrrrrrrrrr mucmufeeeeeeen meal please'

server - 'i not understanding, what would you like to eat'

george - (looking round at us for help in communcating that he wants a fucking mcmuffin meal) 'errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr mucmuff......'

server - (giving up on the muppet in front of her and punching in god knows what as his order on the till) - 'and to drink ?'

george - (starting to visibly feel the pressure of ordering food by this point) - 'errrrr orange juice'

server - 'what ? a coca cola'

george - (wearing a look of terrible world weariness as he resigns himself to being utterly shit, letting out a sigh as he replies) - 'yes a coca cola please'

Ha ha ha. chump.

But now he is all grown up and not only getting what he ordered in burger bars but also having some passable ruski craic with the (presuambly hot) girl behind the counter. progress.

some things never change however and it would seem that the girl in georges story was not convinced that his command of english was consistent with it being his mother tounge ! god knows where the server in the paris story thought he was from.

Yours in banter,

Stu

Oh yeah, the picture is of George eating a kebab in the middle of a roundabout in wales, big night. Check out the smooth pose coupled with a piece of lettuce in his crotch. classic.