Bi-Lingual

I have three Brazilians at my job. Anette, Carlos and Javiar. Anette is German extraction, Javiar mostly Italian and Carlos more or less Portuguese. But, they all speak Portuguese. Now for them this is a bit like a 'get out of jail card' they can and do say whatever they want whenever they want in the dining room.

On this particular evening it was Anette, Old Dog and myself waiting tables with Carlos as our busser and Javiar as our manager. We were slowing down to a crawl by the time my last table, a six top.

Let me explain they were pretty people. Three twenty-something gentlemen, actually twenty-one barely, twenty four and I'm guessing a year or so shy of the drinking age. The daughter was a very attractive young lady. And of course while I'm choosing an oaked Chardonnay for the table Anette and Carlos were having a conversation about their 'new husbands' Or rather Anette was choosing the cutest of the group. I return to the table and notice nothing amiss they were very polite easy in and out felt like I was waiting on a deuce.

They tipped correctly I was finished with the dining room and moved into the back to start my closing chores and then it happened..... not sure how. But, it turns out they have dual passports their father who wasn't present is from Brazil the four young'uns are bilingual. Perfectly with no accent in either language. Hehe.. hehe... hehe... haha.. haha.. haha..

I was concerned at least initially Carlos and Anette have mouths on them. Separate, they're not so bad. But, the two of them together. In English they can make me blush, in Portuguese YIKES!! I'm of course not held responsible for anything said. (I only know how to say the dirty things.)

Anette promises that they didn't say anything too extreme and that the family was amused rather than insulted. I sang Mrs. Robinson to Anette for the last hour (she's pushing forty).

I'm going to assume that everything was okay. But, hell I couldn't understand what was actually being said. Lesson learned my South American friends.