In many ways, this doesn't count. But it was just so fucking surreal that I have to share.
Picture the scene: a crowded Caffe Nero at lunchtime, queue snaking out of the door, the smell of coffee, the serving of coffee, the smell and serving of virtually nothing else. It's one of those ubiquitous chain coffee places you get in, um, the world.
A spotty, nebulously European teenager barges to the front of the queue.
"Excuse me," he says, which is a promising, and unusual start "You have fish and chips here?"
Turns out, thirty or so caffeine-hungry shoppers collectively making a What The Fuck? face has some kind of perceptible psychosocial ripple. Pity the kid's head didn't pop.
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Well, the poor kid probably finds it hard to get the fish and chips he imagined to be ubiquitous in Britain in this part of the world. But then, we are nowhere near the sea.
You would have thought the abscence of the smells of both hot oil and fish would have been enough of a clue.
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