Last weekend, at the staff party at Datsahra Village, we were joking that we would have a "Miss Beach" contest. At the time it was funny, but not as funny as today when one of my national co-workers, who is very proud of his progress (so am I), comes and says good morning to me.
(spelled pheonetically with his accent).
Goude Moore-neeng Mees Bitch.
I said, Pardon!!??? (a la Champ, perhaps?). It took me more than a second to remember the “beach contest”. All I hear is him calling me a b*tch.
He repeats it again, I take a minute, and it sinks it.
Yes, I may be a b*tch at times.....but thankfully, he's not calling me one...
I try to explain to him how to pronounce “beach” and try to explain why I’m laughing at the explanation.
I tell him “b*tch” is a bad, bad word and he can’t say it.
He laughs, but then comes back a few minutes later.
In French, “If I saw a female dog walking down the street, wouldn’t I ask”, he switches to English, “What a friendly b*tch?”
Um. No. (I'm guessing he must have used his new dictionary... )
Then another co-worker comes in asking (in French), “On a TV show, I’ve heard someone being called a sun-a-b*tch”.
The explanations continued...I hope no English speakers were listening to much...
...I love my job....