Looking down at his watch, Neville Beeby realized that it was time for his appointment with Robin jefferson. Quickly he descended one floor and soon found the appropriate office. He knocked on the door and walked into the office, which looked some what like one of the futuristic models he had seen at this year's office products show at Olympia. His jaw dropped in awe, not realizing that real fashion.
"May i help you? " inquired the receptionist.
"Neville Beeby here to see Robin jefferson. I have an appointment scheduled at half."
"Ms. Jefferson is running a little late this morning. She should be available to meet with you in about ten minutes. Please be seated. There are magazines and today'sWall Street Journal on the table in the corner. Make yourself at home. I'll tell her you are here." Instantly, the receptionist vanished down a hallway.
Neville Beeby sat down in one of the red leather chairs next to the table and picked upa magazine to read. He glanced up and admired the original artwork hanging on the walls. He thought to himself,
"A coffee would be lovely now. I wonder if Americans are so civilised as to offer the customary cup to their guests? Surely they must be;after all, they seem to do almost everything right."
Several minutes later the smartly dressed receptionist returned but without the anticipated cup of coffee and biscuit. "It shouldn't be too much longer," said the receptionist.
"Excellent. I'm really looking forward to that cup of coffee," replied Mr. Beeby enthusiastically.
"What cup of coffee? I don't understand ready."
"Oh-yes, the cup of coffee," the puzzled receptionist replied. "You would like a cup of coffee. Would you like one with or without cream?"
"If it isn't too much bother, i would actually prefer milk, please. Thank you, thankyou very much indeed."
Trying to act as if nothing were out of the ordinary, the receptionist excused herself and quickly exited the waiting area through the front door. Mr. Beeby resumed reading the magazine he had temporarily put aside. Several minutes later the receptionist returned, carrying a large cup of coffee from McDonald's.
"Here you are , your coffee just as you requested it."
"Er-l-er-there must be some misunderstanding here. Sorry. It was not myintention that you leave the office and buy me a cup of coffee. I thought that when you went down the hallway a few minutes ago, you found that the office coffee was not quite ready but that it would be ready soon. I am dreadfully sorry that inadvertently imposed on you. It is clearly my fault, my misunderstanding. I'm used to being offered a coffee in every office i visit. I do apologize for assuming that it would be the same here. Let me pay you for the coffee. I insist that i pay for it." a deeply embarrassed Neville Beeby responded.
"It's not a problem. It is part of my job to fulfill all reasonable requests from company guests. Providing coffed is doable. Otherwise, i wouldn't be very accommodating, would i ? Enjoy your cup of coffee. It's on the company account, Mr.Beeby."
"Thank you, thank you very much. You Americans are so understanding-sohelpful. I guess this just reinforces Oscar Wilde's quip that Britons and Americansare separated by a common language-English. Obviously, the language and other differences between us are much greater than i thought they were. I've learned avaluable lesson from this miscommunication and from several others so far this trip."
"I think i hear Ms. jefferson's previous appointment leaving. I can hear voices down the hallway. It won't be long before you can see Ms.Jefferson. This has been enlightening for me, too, Mr. Beeby. I really ought to learn much more about your way of doing things."