We are having a Chinese Takeaway. There are severe language barriers to ordering and their usual telephone number recognition software seems not to be working. Out of the dozen or so people working in the place, they have selected the person who can speak the least amount of English. It takes six attempts to establish my postcode. I want to just tell her my address, but that’s not allowed. We follow that with several rounds of guess the menu number, which Hub finds particularly entertaining.
Still, her English was still better than my Cantonese – much to the embarrassment of many a takeaway owner who’s attempted to engage me in excited conversation.