Focusing on real communication Two American lesbians and six French Canadians walk into a Japanese restaurant in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.
No, really. My wife and I were in Mexico recently to celebrate a friend’s 50th birthday. We were supposed to be there for a long weekend; we turned it into a long week (read, eight days) instead.
One night we decided to mix things up and have dinner at a teppanyaki restaurant. You know — the ones where they seat you with other guests if your party doesn’t fill the whole table?
As we were walking in, we passed a chic-looking family taking photos outside the restaurant. They were speaking something other than Spanish or English, so I didn’t interrupt to ask if I could take the photo for them as I usually do.