My daughter and I went into a busy mall in Abu Dhabi to have lunch. She steered me towards an Indian food place she had tried before. It wasn't fancy. We sat down near a window, and pointed to a picture of an Indian plate of food that looked good. The cheerful Filipino waitress made sure we were comfortable, and brought our fruit drinks. After our food had come, and we had started dipping into sambols and dals and vegetables, the waiter came out and asked, "Are you having a good time?"
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| A cappuccino in Beirut where we also had "a good time" |
That is so much more to the point than "Is everything okay?" that I had to write it down.
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