A sandwich?
It's a pity, I don't speak Bahassa Indonesia. I'm too old or too lazy to learn it. However, I do my utmost best to communicate - in English. Yesterday, some hours after dinner, I was a bit hungry. No problem, I order a coffee and a snack.' No, Mister, we have no snacks, no sweets, no desert.' 'All right. Maybe you can serve us fried banana.' I'm sorry, sold out.' But, the bakery is around the corner. 'Sorry, Mister, may not leave here.' Then she suggests to have French fries. I reply that we have had dinner and a snack will do. 'Please, no French fries.' Finally, I order some bread and cheese. 'Ah, you would like to have a sandwich.' I think to know how a sandwich looks like. 'Okay,' I give in, 'let's try.' After a while, she brings the coffee. Half an hour later, I ask her for the bread. 'That takes time, Mister,' she says. Returning from the kitchen, at last she brings two big plates with French fries in the middle decorated by four sticks with sliced bread, tomato, cucumber,onion dipped in mayonnaise and hot sauce. A meal for a hungry elephant, a lost lion or a beggar in the street. It might be easier to learn Bahassa Indonesia than to order a sandwich in my hotel.
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