Listed on a breakfast menu in Cordoba, Spain: embezzled egg
Sign in a restaurant in Cebu, Phillipines: We Han Sop-Drink in Can and in Batol
Often, in moving from one language to another, something is lost in the translation. Other times, even though we’re all speaking English, there is still a breakdown in communications.
A few years ago, when winter snows came upon us rather quickly and unexpectedly, a friend’s daughter called to let her mom know she was going to begin her trek home from the city. She asked if she should stop at the store on her way – was there anything her family needed? My friend told her to please pick up a 10 pound bag of cat litter. When the daughter arrived home several hours later, the mom assumed the bad wheather must have made it a harrowing trip. Seeking to be sympathetic, she said, “Oh, I was worried about you, it took so long for you to get home.” The daughter replied, “Well, I had to go to several stores to find 10 pounds of calves liver!”