Customer Service

Last week pcv Jenna came into town because we had a meeting with ICAP. Our supervisor’s brazilian and I actually understood about 75% of what she was saying, as opposed to when I arrived and I really didn’t understand her at all. She’s really sweet, I wish I could understand her completely! Small accomplishments…my favorite thing about ICAP meetings is they always give us free notebooks. Free stuff is great! Never again will I walk around somewhere in the states and pass up anything that’s free. Thank you very much.

Later that evening Jenna, Emily, and I went to restaurante Limpopo for some pretty awesome Indian food. I’ve been there a few times and it seems every time I go there I’m always with different people. Anyway there's this older Indian guy that works there. He’s kind and speaks decent English and he’s always helpful in making suggestions on what to order. He asked Em what she likes. She said something I don’t remember. What’s memorable is what he said next. He asked me what kind of food I like. I said well, I really like spicy food. Like really really spicy. And then he casually said, “I am spicy.” OMG the 3 of us burst out laughing and Emily absolutely lost it and buried her head into her jacket she was laughing so hard. Then he started laughing. So we were all laughing. Whatever so we all finally ordered food then later when we were eating he randomly came up to us, grabbed Jenna’s hand and kneeled down. She was in mid-chew when this happened. And we just looked at him, waiting…Emily already started cracking up again. But I wish I’d taken a picture of jenna’s face when this happened. As she's eating and saying “what are you doing? WHAT are you doing?!” So he kneels down, takes jenna’s hand, and pauses. Then he asks smoothly, “can I get you another drink, my dear?” Jenna: “no. please just let me finish my food!” then he goes away. Then comes back and leans in close to me and says “I need to talk to you.” I said, “about what?” “well, in private” Sorry buddy, I don’t have private conversations with strangers. What’s up and by the way can we please get the check? Then he asked me for my number. Emily starts laughing again and says (out loud) "Mal, I’m sooo glad I don’t have this problem that you have!” I respectfully declined, saying that no sir, we can talk here whenever I may come, but everyone asks for my number and I can’t give my number to everyone…How about that check, PLEASE?!