Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Call Me, Maybe

There are many things we are going to miss about this city and place we call home.  One of them happened again last night during dinner.  While at a lovely "final meal" at one of our favorite local Vietnamese Beer Gardens (yes, it might just be the Vietnamese Hooters), we had the good luck of being placed with a server who spoke a little English.  After a few minutes of sizing us up and checking us out, she approached our table and tried out her English.  And, the floodgates were opened ...

Heidi had a new best friend!  For the 2 hours we were at dinner, our server basically pulled up a chair and shared her life story with Heidi.  The language barrier was huge so there was a lot of hand-miming, "choosing another word" and restating the question multiple ways.  By the end of the night, this young lady was beaming and excited and handed Heidi (a hungry Heidi who did not get much eating done) a piece of paper with her name and phone number on it.  Yes, this lovely girl asked Heidi on a "date" to drink coffee and practice her English.  The hardest part was taking the number and not having the correct words to communicate that in a matter of days, we will be gone from HCMC forever. 
"Hey, I just met you... and this is crazy.  But here's my number.  So call me, maybe."
The proof is in the paper.  Her name and number are being covered to protect her identity! 

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