Shortly after that, the waiter came over to take their order. Just before he got to the table, he said something to another waiter in non-English.
|Dad:||What language was that?|
|Waiter:||Um... no, Thai.|
|Dad:||But Thailand is in Taiwan, right?|
|Mom:||They're two different places...|
|Dad:||But they're both in China, right? Or Japan?|
The waiter made some kind of embarrassed noise, presumably hoping he could just get to the taking of the order. At this point, I think dad might have gotten the slightest inkling that he'd just made an ass of himself, so he switched on the full-bore Marketing Weasel charm and started talking to the waiter like he was glad-handing him at a trade show:
|Dad:|| Hey, what was your name again? |
(I loved the "again" -- he'd never been told the guys name and he knew it!)
|Dad:||No no, what's your real name? Your Thai name?|
At this point, we couldn't hold it in any more and burst out laughing.