City - LaSalle (Luh-sal) State - L-UH-NOY Country - United States
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Yep, I did not make friends with the woman on the right… not by choice, but rather… by circumstance. I did not go into the bar/pub with the intention of angering a woman… never had that thought. I love women, honest!!!!! MM and I went into the bar, took seats and waited for the live music to begin. The performer was Andrew… Eli’s boyfriend and the fella that was singing on the email/song I sent to ya a few weeks back. Yes, he did play “I Think You Saved Me” tonight. But, back to the pic. MM and I sat down, I looked around (doing my best to fit in) and saw a cooler what had several beers available. I nodded to meseff and when the bar wench….errrr….. bar maiden, came over and asked our pleasure I said, very clearly and simply (after noting the beer in the cooler) “I’ll have an Air-den-Gair.” “What?” I saw her puzzled look… and making the shift, I asked a second time purposely mis-pronouncing the brand name, “An ‘Er-den-ger.” She shot back, “Er-ding-jur???” Ok… here is where I should have stepped back and settled the differences and accepted her butchering of the name. I should have just said, “Yes. An er-ding-jur” but I could not. I first asked for the beer with the correct pronunciation… and she did not grasp it. Then I altered the request with the bad way of saying it and she had the nerve to look me in the eyes and correct my bad request with the proper wrong pronunciation… and I could not let that go… I stared into her almost pretty eyes… and I said very slow and clear, “Air-den-Gair.” I almost felt bad… like I was putting her in her place… making fun of her… but it got worse. MM… bless her dear heart, said to her, “Do you have ‘Black and Blue?’” (That is half Guinness and half Blue Moon ale.) The woman looked at her and shook her head quickly side to side and said, “no.” Mary Margaret then made it even worse by asking, “Do you have Guinness?” Another short and sharp, “no.” MM looked at her and slipped into the soft and gentle and condescending, “I’ll have a Miller Lite.” For the next 2 hours I could not look at this bartending woman and think anything but, “Man… you need to learn the proper words and such… and get some Guinness in this place.” MM told me she felt bad… as if we humiliated the woman, made her realize she was a simple person in a simple place at a simple time… as if we went out of our way to demean her… but, Jay-sus… MM and I are from NoWhere, Illinois. We have goats in our backyard fer Krise-sake…. Is it too much to ask that people learn the proper words? “Air-den-Gair” and NOT “Err-ding-jur”… it is a simple matter of learning what you offer. Criminentley…. Most places know Smithwicks is actually “Smith-icks”… Anyway, over the course of the evening… the bar-keep did not take kindly to me. She was distant and vague… and I even made a few very cute and clever “Jimmy” comments (and you know how charming I am) and I tipped her pretty dang well…. yet…. Nothing… she was cold and distant… and MM contends we made her feel small, made her conscious of her shortcomings…. And I insist all I did was give her something new to use and understand. I took this pic as she walked away from Andrew after giving him another drink… and she glared at me…dang!!!!! I canna hep it if it is pronounced, “Air-den-gair.” Pass me another “er-ding-jur” and I’ll think on it…
I have brought shame upon my house… I forgot to ask you 2 important questions: What country are you from? And 2nd…. What is your first language? I have friends around the world…. Mostly because they like me kekekekekek lolol nhw3u4yer73yf97rieyi8vdufghei7ut4r7iy
The difference between us is that English is my 3rd language that I speak, and it is your first ;)
I only study for my Masters in Seismic here in the USA...I am not a native English speaker, so I don't really care to check the spelling when some people annoy me. ;) It's a matter of clicking.
So if you understand watercolors, and you VISITED Museums (!!!!) why my vision of photoart, under the influence of French impressionists got into your eye-balls? Or you can't accept other means of expression except your own vision od photography? And beside, my advise to you is if you don't like it, don't look.
And I do think I owe ya the one photo I kind'a like. It is not fair to say I have 99% awful stuff posted and not give ya the one, single pic I kind'a like. http://www.usefilm.com/Image.asp?ID=1414569
Just a simple shot of a simple thought. No art involved. And with that, I have said all I need to say.
And by "woder" I assume ya meant "wonder." Did I ever tell ya I have visited the Louvre, the British National Museum of Art and the Smithsonian art musuems? I also have made arrangements to visit the Vatican art works in March of 2010. I am not your average Yank with no art education. My wife, the Lovely MM, does oil and water colors. My small comment about friends stands. And I know more than a passing bit about music as well.
I am not anti-anything. I never have and never will claim my photos are art. And as for my portfolio being totally awful…. There is one pic I kind’a like. Let’s just say it is 99% awful. And ya canna offend me. I’m surprised ya even took the time to look at some of my photos. And as for friends. It goes like this: you only need 6- to carry your coffin, 4 if you eat right, 1 if you are cremated and 0 if you donate your body to science. I have just as many friends as I need, thank you. Thanks for taking the time to make some comments.
no MM is wrong... we who know how something should be pronounced have a duty to ensure that correct pronunciation is retained.. I don't care how upset the barmaid was she probly just got the hump thinking you were being a smart ass… which you weren’t I remember once being in a restaurant in Toowoomba up in Queensland and these two young girls at a table opposite were giving their order to the waiter and one of them ordered the phuckushere and I thought !!! an offer too good to refuse.. what she wanted was Focaccia. In that instance I was laughing too hard inside to actually correct here as I thought of every amusing situation she would get into in life until someone, who managed to stop their internal laughter long enough to correct her mispronunciation.
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