April fool’s day. Bad day. Not my day.
But I did feel like an idiot tonight.
After a whole week’s non-stop working overtime, I am feeling very grateful that I don’t have to work on weekend. And today is other people’s holiday . I had a sleepy morning, a tiring afternoon, a hungry evening, and spent almost four hours on bus and train. So when I finally sat down for dinner, my appetite was already totally worked up. All I wanted was to have some nice food and enjoy the music, before getting back home in the suburb.
On my left sat a couple, speaking English while sitting close… so close to me…that I indeliberately/unavoidablely/unwillingly captured all of their conversation, as I waited impatiently for my cheese cake and risotto.
First the man said something about Africa. I thought, well the pretty lady sitting to his opposite must be a foreigner. But when the young woman started talking, I realized they were both Chinese…Sometimes she switched to Mandarin, but the guy continued in English with persistent efforts. Later on they discussed tentatively about the correct spelling of “restaurant”, and about travelling on business instead of personal recreation, because the company pays for everything if you travel on business…blablabla .
I got quite angry at their way of speaking and even angrier with the content. Is today the English Corner’s Day? I did feel “cornered”! Why should two Chinese people chat in English over dinner in a densely-populated restaurant???
Sullenly I finished my dishes quickly and left.
Still I couldn’t help recalling, vividly, the first lesson of New Concept English, book 2:
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And here’s my version after customization:
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