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After my "wonderful cooking" I needed something good to eat for supper, so I called "my" Wokman.
Other would´ve been bread, but... see last post.

And Ingo could´t buy me something cause he was busy translating his vita to English - he found a Japanese headhunter who might have a job in Wolfsburg for him and needs his stuff in English. We also found out we´re both not "graduated" but "graded" engineers.
Awww, well, I also told a secretary in Darwin I have a "handy number" back in 1999. When in Germany "Handys" aka cellphones started to get popular... Can you imagine her blank look? ;-)

I need to get away from the actual subject shortly. Languages, man, as just proofed, you can embarrass yourself, so Ingo makes sure to check twice and remembered a story that was in the newspaper pre-internet.
A technical company got a request from Asia, a man ordered some several hundred round-shaped couches.
???
Very likely he needed some several hundred ball bearings (linked to Wiki, so I don´t make a fool of myself) - ball bearing. Kugellager. Kugel - ball = round. And for lager, well, that also can be something to rest on, so...
His order made it to the news, entertaining heaps of people and about 30 years later, me.
And maybe now you.
Mean, actually, how was he supposed to know?

Anyhows... at Wokman the phone got picked up.
And there was.... background noise.
I asked "Hello?... Hello?" - Nothing, so I hung up and tried again two minutes later, wondering why they pick up when being busy.

Well. I sadly don´t speak Chinese.
The guy at the other end near to no German, bad combination - why did he pick up?

We had some tough (felt) minutes, him always wantig to add my house-number to the menu, and the time I wanted the meal to be delivered.
Mind you, I don´t like prawn crackers, nor plain crisps.

"Appetizer" (you have to order food for at least 8 euro):

Funny thing was - when you don´t see a person, obviously, you get louder.
So we both ended up nearly screaming at each other until the guy (I really felt sorry) finally asked for my phone number and we ended up with someone will call, me or them, I didn´t understand but "2 minutes" - numbers must be easier than spoken language?

30 seconds later I got called back and this guy spoke a very good German and we had a good laugh about it after he went "sorry, sorry...." - there must be people who just plain expect everyone to speak perfect German, even if they call a Chinese take-away :-(

I didn´t take my usual, but spicy tofu. Hmmm.

May I say edible?
Well, better than "my edible" but yummy won´t do either.

Stick to your number, right? 29 in my case.

It would - ignore the blog´s title - it would´ve lasted for three meals with that appetizer.
But. The ugly smell when I opened up the fridge.... uhhh.
I wanted to leave it on the balcony, so Ingo doesn´t have to smell that in the morning when grabbing his food for work, but it was raining.
Just took it to the bin...

Gahhhh, and. Left foot hurt.
Both feet revealed Ingo said, yupp, swollen.
Did I overdo it yesterday after all with that little bit?!