Thought Id get a quick bite at the Turkish fast-food place tonight, coming back from daytripping. Guy and girl working behind the counter, twenty perhaps. All hyped from working hard - bloody hot in there.
The girl is taking my order, I'm waiting to pay, meanwhile the guy is staring at the little plastic bag thats swinging in my hand. Theres some what-who-where-looks and she gets it and says, "are those.." - "strawberries, yeah", I go (they're dirt cheap right now). "Ooooh!" they go, joking, "thank you!"
I grin, and a only a second later think and say, "But sure, you can have!", turning it open their way. They gingerly each pick out one. Then of course follows the standard conversation - you're not Hungarian, where are you from then, are you x? No, I'm from Holland.
That gets another "ooooh!", from her. Amsterdam!, nudge nudge wink wink. "You must smoke a lot!" I grin again (Ive long given up explaining that I dont).
All cheered up, she hands me the tray, and says - and though Ive had the "you must smoke a lot" convo a hundred times, this one beat the lot of 'em - "jo etvagyat, a fuszeres testverem!". Or: "bon appetit, my brother in weed!"
Uhhhm, okay