Monday, 26 September 2016
On a recent trip to the USA I had an amusing experience at a very fancy resort hotel. This was, it must be said, one of the very best resorts in the country and i was enjoying my stay there immensely.
I had arrived for breakfast, and instead of the usual very tasty American fare, I asked my lovely server for some cheese.
"Do you have any nice cheeses?" I asked in my politest voice.
"Sure Mr. Mossack" she replied, "Let me go check for you."
She returned a few moments later with some slices of processed burger cheese. Not quite what I had imagined she would return with.
"Thanks, but I was hoping for something a little more substantial, perhaps something European maybe?:"
She dutifully retreated to the kitchen and returned after some time....
"Well I found something French for you, it is called a Bry I think."
Not wanting to douse her enthusiasm with correct spellings or pronunciation, I got the gist and looked very happy.
"But I also found this one too. I am not sure where it comes from but it is called Cam and Bert."
It was at this point that I lost it.
I realise I should have used more restraint, but I couldn't help myself.
"Cam and Bert it is then."
I had mental images of French dairy farmers running for a ropes to hang themselves with.
God bless America.