Friday, 18 June 2010
Taking full advantage of having my car back, I popped over to see a friend this evening. She hadn't eaten, and so she ordered a pizza, while we both settled down to watch Shrek 3 (a little mindless entertainment at the end of a hard week!)
The pizza was duly delivered by a smiling delivery chap, who clearly had other things on his mind.
"What's the score?" he asked, anxiously, as he handed my friend her dinner and the ice-cream we planned to share as dessert.
We both confessed that we weren't watching the football, as neither of us had the slightest interest in it... and in fact were doing our uttermost to avoid any reference to it.
He looked very confused. "Not watching...?" he faltered.
Then he pulled himself together, handed over the soft drinks we'd ordered, and bid us a cheery goodbye.
"Enjoy the game!" he said.
Ever wonder if you're speaking the same language as everyone else?