Today, I am at a resort in Costa Rica. I swam in the ocean. Partner caught a lizard, a crab, and a pufferfish. I ate tasty food. I helped a friend with a Big Life Project.
At breakfast, I ordered a matcha latte. Five minutes later, the waiter returned to say: “We’re out of matcha so I brought you a latte and a shot of Bailey’s.” Ah yes, the classic recipe: one unwanted cafe latte plus one 10am shot of liquor equals one cup of Japanese tea.
Yesterday, when my parents and Partner were in the shuttle en route to the hotel, I called to give them advice. I told them how to check in and which receptionist was particularly competent. I finished by saying, “And Costa Rica is a very safe place, but part of that safety comes from the fact that they have a community warning system: everyone claps when there’s danger.” Little did they know: whenever a new guest arrives to this hotel, the staff claps. Upon hearing of this tale, my sister commented to my Partner about me: “There is nothing worse than when he’s not trolling”. Because apparently, while these trolls can be tough, the spots where she incorrectly thinks that I’m trolling are even worse 🤡
At dinner:
Waiter: “This menu, are you finished with it?”
Me: “You can leave it.”
Waiter: “Can I take it?”
Me: “You can leave it.”
Watier: <Moves to take menu>
Me: “You can leave it.”
Maybe this guy needs to spend more time with my toddler nephew to learn that “Can I?” can sometimes be met with the response “no”.
Julian Wise 