When Languages Collide
While in line at the pharmacy the other day, my eyes were held captive by a television screen that was whizzing through a painfully atrocious powerpoint presentation. Prices and products spun willy-nilly over a background of The Maldives (especially cruel considering the weather).
It was enough to make one feel sort of ill.
Fitting.
Considering.
So anyway, the powerpoint presention was highlighting all of the pharmacy's promotions/sales.
Suddenly, a three-pack of Pregnancy Tests unfurled (remember boys and girls... powerpoint is an evil tool in the hands of many).
The name of the Pregnancy test was "Exacto".
My brain somersaulted. Where I come from, X-acto means a Utility Knife. Or Scalpel.
And I was all, "What in the name of god...???!!!"
The End.
7 Elucidation(s):
Oh that's bad. That's very, very bad!
I guess it is for those who need to cut through the confusion.Horrible name!!!
Seriously bad.
I bet you were in there for HOURS will all the French people collecting their über-lengthy prescriptions for everything under the sun. It's where I learn most of my Flemish, reading packets as I wait in line..
Happens to me all the time. Thongs, pants, fanny, etc. There's a great ice cream in Oz called Golden Gaytime. I always feel a bit strange ordering it at the ice cream shop.
that's a good pregnancy test.
"oh look, you're pregnant! I mean were pregnant...heh. well. I hope you'll do the cleaning up"
It was rather bad. The really upsetting part was the picture on the front of the actual pregnancy test which, coincidentally, has exactly the same shape as an X-acto knife. :-o
Jaywalker: yes I was there a long time. It was on a Sunday and it was at the 24/7 pharmacy near my house (yes, they do exist in France). And then there was that weird Chinese fellow, obviously in his 60s, who kept wandering around the shop and harrassing the pharmacists because they didn't have any more X-Large Condom packs. Um. Right.
Free Man: Golden Gaytime. Wow. You need to tell me what is in that ice cream.
Anon: LOL! I'm so pleased that I'm not the only one with a sick imagination.
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