How’s this for irony? I’m standing in a German restaurant, surrounded by glass cases packed with pretzels the size of steering wheels and sausages galore. Not a soul in the place speaks a lick of English.
After slaugtering several phrases—I’m pretty sure I asked if I could eat a shoe at one point—I gave up and resorted to pointing, nodding, and smiling like a golden retriever. The cashier, unimpressed, let out a sigh, then threw my lunch across the counter less than enthusiastically.
Meanwhile, playing in the background I hear the very catchy, Schboozey’s “a bar song”. You know the part honky tonk, part 2000s remake of a rap song?
I couldn’t help but laugh a bit.
Maybe if I sing a Taylor swift song that happens to incorporate my menu preferences we can bridge the language and cultural barrier… contemplating, “You belong to meeeeeat”.
I give it at least a three on the scale of ironicalness, did you know they have a site dedicated to judging whether or not something is ironic or not?
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