actually manages to translate this effect
into an even more ridiculous set of parameters. When in a foreign country
, if he knows a couple words (you know, enough to order food and ask where all the neat attractions were), he will actually speak those
to the natives
, ie, their native language
. I have an unforgettable image of him in a small resturant during our last trip to Italy
, ordering spaghetti
, and when the waiter didn't fully hear him, over-enunciating
to the point of grimacing and, replete with hand gestures
, saying slowly with a look one might give to an infant,
"Spaghetti... I'd like some Spa - ghett - ee"
Turns out the waiter spoke English like a motherfucker, too.
And then there's the time that he made his eyes into slits and starting loudly speaking in mock-Chinese while in the middle of a Chinese resturant. Weird old racist, that dad.