Just awhile ago I was at DCLA looking for a USB cable cord. I was hopping from one stall to another but apparently majority of the sales lady their didn't really know what I was talking about, until I spotted one stall manned by a korean lady. Assuming that she was the owner, it gave me a little hope that I'd be able to talk to someone who would actually know what I was talking about - finally. So I went up to her and our conversation went like this:
Me: Excuse me?
Me: Excuse me?
Me: Excuse?
Korean: ha?
Me: Do you have a Usb cable cord?
Korean: huh?!
thinking that maybe I spoke it too fast
Me: Do.... you... have... a.... usb.... cable... cord.....?
Korean: (giving me a cluless look)
Me: (sh*t I don't speak korean)
Me: Do.... you... have... a.... usb.... cable... cord.....?
Korean: uhm? pasensiya hindi ako nakakaintindi ng english, tagalog lang po...
Me: .......................... (nahilom intawon ko.)
Sunday, March 1, 2009
I was a foreigner for 1 minute
Milk Spilled by BEATORRES at 9:09 PM
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