My comprehension of the Italian language has jumped exponentially since arriving on Sunday - to the point where in a state of complete hubris I thought I would start speaking it. Armed with a parleur I marched into the only local restaurant without strippers, to ask if they did take-away food.
Me: Buena Serra, blablablablablablblabla?
Waitress: (in perfect English) No, our food doesn't walk but I can give you a box to take it in.
This could have been a very funny line if she hadn't said it with such an attitude, so I thought about it for a minute and went:
Me: Oh, well in that case I'll try somewhere else.
The look on her face was priceless! I went next door to the kebab-place instead. Their food walked just fine!