Kwentong Pinoy sa Abroad

Si Esmi kausap sa phone yung salesman ng isang meat shop. Nagagalit kasi ayaw nang tumanggap ng cheque yung shop.

Esmi (galit): “HOW COME YOU WON’T ACCEPT MY CHEQUE? YOU NEVER HAD PROBLEMS WITH MY CHEQUES BEFORE, DID YOU?”

Salesman: “I’m sorry but that’s our new policy. We only accept cash or credit card payments now. Would you still want to go ahead with your order miss?”

Esmi (galit na galit): “AH FORGET ABOUT YOUR HOTDOGS. I’LL LOOK FOR HOTDOGS SOMEWHERE ELSE”, sabay hang-up ng phone.

Ako: “wisheart, di ba "sausages" ang tawag nila dito, hindi "hotdogs".

Esmi: “ay oo nga ano? Mali! Hihihihi”

Hay naku, si Esmi talaga, lakas pa man din sumigaw sa phone. Wrong use of words naman. Hehehe.

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Kausap ko sa phone ang isang Kiwi. Tinatanong ng Kiwi ang direction papunta sa bahay namin.

Ako: “…turn left to Mt.Wellington Highway. Then when you reach the second stop light, turn left again.”

Kiwi: “Sorry. What light?”

Ako: “The stop lights at the corner of Penrose Road”

Kiwi: “Sorry, still don’t know what you mean by stop light.”

Ako: “STOP LIGHTS! ...Grrr! You know red for stop, green for go, yellow for go faster. Hehehe”

Kiwi: “Ahh ya mean traffic lights, mate?”

Ako: “Yiiis!” (namputsa naman tong mga Kiwis o. ”stop light” lang di alam. Hmmp!)

Esmi: “O kitam, di ikaw rin pala nagkakamali!”

Ang mga kwentong ito ay hindi kathang-isip lamang. Anumang pagkakapareho sa mga tunay na pangyayari ay sinasadya ng may akda.