Once upon a time (way back in December), it was almost time to leave Brazil for a snowy English Christmas.
To celebrate my leaving, we headed to CSC; the most celebrated cheesey-chip venue on the Island.
As we were innocently sitting there (Gio, Betinha, Massimo and I), munching on our kebabs and whatnot, the waiter came over with a small parcel. It was cuboid, and expertly wrapped with a napkin and a straw. He placed it down infront of me, explaining that it was a 'gift' from 'the man over there'.
I think it's fair to say that we were all slightly confused, just staring down at the napkinned object on the table.
All of a sudden, it began to light up and shimmy across the table. In fact, as it turned out, the mysterious object was a phone.
I pulled off the wrapping, and, after one quick glance at the older man sat staring at me with a phone pressed to his ear (ignoring Beth's suggestion of answering it!) I got up from my seat.
Walking across the room in slow motion (ha).. I couldn't help thinking, surely this stuff doesn't actually happen in real life?! Do these people EXIST?!
The old man (in Nike Shox, I must add) stood up, and putting his phone in his pocked, DEMANDED of me: "Why didn't you answer?" (Brazilian accent with a hint of American slipping in somewhere)
"Why would I answer the phone when you're sitting over here?" I queried, handing the Motorola back to him.
"Well, can I have your number?"
"I cannot believe you ACTUALLY sent a phone disguised as a present over to our table. Does that normally work for you?"
"Come on, your number please?"
To be fair to him, A+ for effort. Gio was at least very impressed with his mad-head creativity!
(p.s: Generally in Brazil, it seems easier just to give them your number. If you don't give it to them, they won't stop asking. If you give them a fake one, it will bite you in the bum when they ring you 2 seconds after saving it. Just don't answer your phone!)
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