Wow!!! Has it really been 2 weeks since I posted ANYTHING? Ooops!!! The back to work and back to school grind has sort of set in then I suppose…either that or nobody is reading this anyway and not missing much!
Anyway, I have quite a few funny stories to tell from a weekend in Hong Kong …yes, I did say weekend. Crazy right? Sort of…
I flew out to Honk Kong with Fashionista, her husband -French Intellectual Guy (FIG), and my South African raised, Tall, Radiant and Noble Girlfriend (STRNG). After 11 hours of flying, we woke up not very well rested… but we did sleep a bit. We ate a bit and didn’t drink enough of anything so we needed a drink and needed one fast.
It’s too early for a REAL drink even in this time zone so when we saw this juice bar upon arrival, we decided to stop and have a refreshing healthy snack. See, it’s not always about booze now is it!?! ...okay, ya got me – maybe it is – but not this time…
Anyway, I am feeling rather foggy and woozy after such a long flight… and I know I am looking at fresh fruit and vegetables… and I know I am at a juice bar… but I just cannot work out what to order. Seriously.
I’m pretty sure there are names of juice drinks up there on that bright white board, but I am distracted by all of the Chinese writing and I STILL can’t work out what to order. My friends are silent as well so maybe it’s NOT just me.
The man behind the counter must wonder if we speak…at all...anything…at all.
OKAY… FOCUS! I decide upon the Energizer drink (ginger, carrot, apple juice and lime) and place our order with the man behind the counter. Fashionista says ‘me too’ and STRNG has the same as well. FIG has run off to find a cash machine as none of us have any Hong Kong dollars yet. The man behind the counter takes our order anyway.
What comes out of the man behind the counter’s mouth is not what I was expecting. Somewhere in my fog induced brain I am anticipating a ‘small’ or ‘large’ question as that is what juice bars and coffee shops usually ask next don’t they? But then again, what do I know…right? But instead of repeating our order and asking what size, he instead asks,
‘You’d like a wee?
I know this can’t be Mandarin, Cantonese or even French and I am sure I heard the ‘You’d like…’ correctly in English…UH, yes we do in fact all need a wee but can we have our drinks first? Bit personal anyway for a juice bar isn’t it?
I look at Fashionista who looks at STRNG who looks back at me and we just start giggling. Three grown women, who need a wee but who are more desperate for a drink at this particular moment, are being asked at a juice bar if we need a wee. It’s too much. We can’t stop laughing.
There is a queue growing now so the man behind the counter politely asks again, ‘Would you like a wee or a wow’?
We are all in stitches now…a WOW what?!? Jet lag has subsided into delirium and we haven’t even had a proper drink yet…let alone close the deal on our now rather confusing juice bar order. How does any business get done out here?
Man behind the counter points to another menu and I think for a split second that maybe we have unlocked a secret of all juice bars by laughing just hard and long enough to get an alcoholic version of what we ordered…but no…not quite.
The menu shows us drink SIZES… So, the 3 of us respond in unison …’ahhhhhh’… I see…of course.
I’ll have a wee then please.
FIG joins us at this point and just to mix things up a bit asks for a WoW. So our STILL very polite man behind the counter repeats the order…‘Wee for you, wee for you, wow for you and another wee.’
We all nod our head again in unison and don’t dare repeat the wee wee wow wee sequence back or we may just erupt into more fits of laughter… which is more than likely to turn into a whole lot more wow wee than anyone asked for if we keep laughing uncontrollably like this…and we’re not even out of the airport yet.
Forget An Idiot Abroad…we are Dingalings and Drinks.
Ding-A-Ling Delight: compliments of idrink.com
1oz Peach Schnapps
1 oz Vodka
Mix and drink quickly before you start laughing at juice bars