So today, Scott called me and they're in a port on the other side of the earth...which means for a few days, I fear for our bank account. And rightly so. Here are the first few things that were said:
Scott "Hi! How are you? What are you doing?"
Me "Not too mu-"
Scott "I'm so sorry, tonight I messed up big time!"
Me "What does that mean?!"
Scott "Well..we were at Bennigan's..haha..yeah..they have a Bennigan's here..haha..isn't that funny? All the way out here and there's a Benn-"
Me "What did you do?"
Scott "..haha...Bennigan's..."
Me "What. did. you. do?"
Scott "Wellllll...I was out with the other guys and when we got the bill, it was like 40-some dollars...well...it was 40-some *blahblah foreign money name*, so I said I'd pay for the tab..."
Me "Ok...but why would you pay for everyone's meal anyway?"
Scott "Well, they paid for the cab and I was trying to be nice..."
Me "Ok.....so what did you screw up?"
Scott "Well 40-some *blahblah foreign money name* is about $130...."
Me "Are you kidding me?"
Scott "haha..I totally forgot about the exchange rate....haha....um..."
Sweet. Did he really think that Bennigan's in another country would charge less than a third of what they charge here? And anyway, if you were travelling all over the earth, why would you go to a place you have eaten at 4 billion times?