I'm not who I say I am ... apparently

Last night at the hotel where I am residing, there was an “Aussie Barbeque” around one of three swimming pools located on the hotel grounds. I had to attend.

Not being a red meat eater, I asked if chicken was being offered besides beef.

“Sir, this is an Australian barbeque.”
“What’s your point?”
“Australians eat beef sir, not poultry.”
“Really?”

As I turned to walk towards one of the fourteen restaurants inside the hotel, I overheard the drinks waiter enquire: “Why didn’t Mr Willmot stay for the barbeque?”

“No, that wasn’t him, Mr Willmot is Australian. That man wanted poultry. At an Aussie barbeque; can you imagine?”

© Ric Willmot 2008 All rights reserved.

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Not only are the highly trained staff at Le Meridian sensitive to the cultural nuances of a proper Aussie Barby, but they would obviously also be awake to any charlatans trying to masquerade as world-class business consultants! Pass the chicken wings, Aussie Ric!