Here are some things I like about Bangladesh:
1. A Buddhist monk asked me if I were “single or double?” I am currently starting a petition to force all dating sites to adopt this nomenclature.
2. The room service waiter. “You are English. I can tell because you are tall and beautiful. It’s very likeable.” (My little sister snorted behind us but I ignored her).
3. The local diet coke is called RC. (Try saying it out loud. My sister and I like to say to the waiter who brings it, “she’s the RC”. Simple pleasures).
And here is something I don’t:
1. When you order room service, they also give you diet advice. “Three portions of French fries please.” “No, two. Two is enough.”
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