Friday, February 22, 2008

Saigon - Internet Cafe




Late one evening, I went into an internet cafe to check my mail.

I was the only one in the joint, except for the lady working behind the counter.

I wasn't paying much attention to a CD playing movie soundtracks, until I heard the theme to Franco Zeffirelli's "Romeo & Juliet".

The tune is kinda 'mushy', but I was in kind of a 'mushy' frame of mind that night, so I typed in Shakespeare + 'Romeo & Juliet', and ended up reading 'R&J' for the umpteenth time.

When I got to a passage I really liked, I'd do a 'copy and paste' to WORD, and sent it to the printer.

After I had done it several times, I noticed the tune would begin again, instead of playing the next theme.

I was puzzled, so I looked over, and she was holding a couple of the pages; and she flashed me a heart-stopping beautiful smile.

Just instinctively I hit my chest a couple of time with my fist and pointed at her, and mouthed the Vietnamese thank you (cam ong). The smile became even more beautiful.

I went back the following night, and she started to play it again. I don't know how to say "No Mas" in Vietnamese, but she got the hint, and stuck in another CD.

The third night was my last night in Ho Chi Minh City. While out walking the streets of the 'hood, I noticed a sidewalk stall selling flowers; I thought, what the hey, and bought a dozen.

When I walked into the cafe, and up to the counter, she of course had to no reason to suspect the flowers were for her.

And when I gave them to her, oh my goodness, the reaction was truly priceless.

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Q: What's my favorite from R&J?

A: Well that's easy, it's:

Scene II: Capulet's Orchard

JULIET appears above at a window

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!

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