Lost in Translation (In England)
Sunday, August 19, 2007
5 comments
When I arrived in Heathrow a couple days ago, I collected my bags and marched over to the Information Desk to inquire about a buses.
ME: I need to find the express bus to Gatwick. Where might that be?
LIMEY AT THE COUNTER (with slight distain): What your asking for is a coach.
ME: Whatever...I guess.
LIMEY AT THE COUNTER: Follow that ramp down to the Central Bus Station.
ME (with a cross look on my face): That's what I said...a bus!
ME: I need to find the express bus to Gatwick. Where might that be?
LIMEY AT THE COUNTER (with slight distain): What your asking for is a coach.
ME: Whatever...I guess.
LIMEY AT THE COUNTER: Follow that ramp down to the Central Bus Station.
ME (with a cross look on my face): That's what I said...a bus!
posted by Dave at 6:00 PM
5 Comments:
Can't argue with the English.
They've invented English :D
LOL! Reminds me of the first time a British 'bloke' asked me if I "have a fag on me"!
Well, they invented a crazy form of English where they call the same item different names at least! I need a coach so I go to the Bus depot? Where's the sense in that?
MommaBean, it wasn't that I needed to catch a coach to the bus station; it was that I needed to take a coach from the bus station. So why don't they call it the coach station?
Dave, my point exactly. Just call it the coach station. And what's with calling trucks "lorries" and trunks "boots"? I promise I would have a very difficult time getting around in Jolly Old England...
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