the show was great, the after-party was fun, and at 6 a.m i found myself back at the hotel getting ready to go to sleep.
the only problem was that the air conditioning wasn’t working, and the hotel was really, really hot.
so i called down to the front desk and said:
‘it’s really hot up here, can i get a fan?’
to which the front desk clerk said:
‘just a minute, let me look.’
30 seconds pass and he comes back on the phone and says:
‘no, there’s no one here’.
to which i reply:
‘what do you mean? it’s hot in my room, i just want a fan.’
and he says:
‘sir, i’m looking at the lobby, there are no fans in the lobby.’
and then i realize what he’s thinking, ‘fan’, as in ‘groupie’.
so i say:
‘no, no, it is hot in my room, the air-conditioning doesn’t work, i need something to move the air and make it cool.’
to which he says:
‘um, i don’t know?’
and i say:
‘a fan, like the top of a helicopter.’
and he says, excitedly:
‘like a whirlybird!’
and i say, excitedly:
‘yes, like the top of a whirlybird!’
and he says:
‘oh, yes! i’ll bring one right up.’
and i got my fan(no, not a groupie)and slept for a few hours and went to the airport.
in general, i’m amazed that anyone is ever able to learn english as a second language.
fan?
simple word, 2 completely different meanings.
and imagine learning english and trying to pronounce:
cough, through, drought, tough.
anyone who can speak english as a second language is a better man(genderless term, ‘man’, in this context, ok?)than i.
-moby
