a nice disaster, i suppose

curious, this text (and the one it quotes as well). some time ago, a pub i usually go with my girlfriend hired a brazilian girl whom i guess wouldn't be over 22, but age can be deceiving nowadays, so we never know. she was obviously cute (underline "cute", please), and also clumsy as hell - she kept forgeting the customers' requests, spilling things and so on. in other words, a walking disaster. but she always had that smile, you know, that kind of disarming smile that would make us forgive her and laugh with her (and not about her, mind you) everytime she fucked things up. she was so nice to the customers that no one could complain about her - at least i couldn't, and no, it wasn't due to her pretty face.

now everyone know that i do not have any special love about brazil or brazilians (even though i don't hate them, of course), and holidays in brazil are not in my long term plans. but that they, most of times, are much more kind than the portuguese when working here, well, no doubt about it. so i'd never, ever, ask in a pub or in a restaurant to have a portuguese waiter instead of a brazilian one. in fact, if not for politeness and for some weird patriotic feeling that sometimes assaults me, i'd always ask for a waiter or waitress from brazil or the eastern europe. i really would.