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got unagi?
Went to lunch with a Jr Higher today - we'll call him Brad (not his real name). China One - huge buffet of pretty good Chinese food. It's easy to REALLY hurt oneself at that place!
Billy (not his real name) is telling me about his summer - kayaking, day trip to San Francisco, seeing Pirates 2 at the Drive In.
Talk of sushi comes up. I say its nasty. Fred (not his real name) likes it. Especially unagi.
What's unagi? Its sushi made with eel. Ewwwww! In my mind eel is like a really big worm. And I don't eat worms - though my dad did once... by accident... that's another story...
Barny (not his real name) starts telling me all about unagi. And my interest grows less and less.
Kerry (not his real name) has built up his interest so much, that he (not his real name) decides to ask if China One has unagi!
Tall Asian waitress walks by so Andrew (not his real name) politely (no, really!) says,
"Excuse me, do you have any unagi?"
Tall Asian waitress looks at him, and with no pause or hesitation reaches into the inner recesses of her apron pocket, and places a pile of napkins on the table... and walks away.
Huh? Peter (not his real name) and I look at each other quiziacally... What just happened?
My friend AWan determined said waitress is probably pretty new to the US. I'm pretty sure she knows Coke, Diet Coke, Orange and Sprite.
I guess unagi is not one of the words she's learned yet...
When I dropped Adam (not his real name) off at home, he called out to his mom saying, "Hey mom, I brought you some unagi!" Then handed her a napkin.
We laughed.