The three of us were walking out of a café into the stifling humidity of the night, when two young men who were heading in held the door open for us. One of them said, "Moshi moshi." And I did something I've always wanted to do at times like these: I yelled out "Wrong language!" as they slithered into the air-conditioned shelter of the café.
Posted by sniffles at June 10, 2005 11:27 PM