Fobs R Us

I ate a Chinese restaurant today, one that Yan Yan and I frequently go to. There is a waitress there who is young, probably between 20-25, but boy is she a big fob. Her English when talking about the food & restaurant services is fine, but talking about other things, forget it!

And today is a testament to her fobbiness. A guy was paying for his meal and obviously trying to hit on her, but it didn’t go that well. Let me paraphrasingly (and racistly) recap one part of the conversation:

Guy: You don’t have a fish tank here, that’s too bad.
Girl: Sorry, we not have fish during lunch. Sometimes dinner ok.
Guy: Nonono, I mean fish just for raising, not for eating.
Girl: Raising? What you mean?
Guy: I mean, like you have fish just for show, maybe for the kids to look at.
Girl: Oh, you like go fishing with children? (makes the arm swinging a fishing rod gesture)
Guy: No, I mean, just a fish in the tank…
Girl: Yah, I like go catch fish too.
Guy: I didn’t mean catching fish. I just mean having some fish in a fish tank.
Girl: I think not that fun catching fish in small tang (makes a rectangular box motion)
Guy: It’s not really for catching. That’s not my point.
Girl: I still not understand.
Guy: Oh, never mind…

And I swear to you that this really happened!