February 26, 2011
Conversation between me and taxi driver.
The taxi driver bobs his head in greeting, flashing a beautiful expanse of pearly teeth set in sharp contrast to his cocoa coloured skin.
Taxi driver: Ayr yu wint ga ta aerie?
Me [confused and hesitant]: Um… Pardon?
Taxi driver [smile fading]: Ayr yu wint ga ta aerie? Yi no, dun bi the beel tore?
Long pause.
Me: I’m sorry. I didn’t understand a word you said. I would like to go to the Ferries down by the Bell Tower.
Taxi driver [eyes rolling]: Yah! Das wut I aksed yu. Yi wint ga ta aerie dun bi the beel tore!?
Me: Of course that’s what you said. Sorry.
[Oh boy]
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