“Where can I find a sports bar near here?” I played the Google audio translation in simplified Chinese for the housekeeper who was covering the front desk.
She must have thought I was nuts or an alkie as it was barely 9 in the morning. Or maybe she was fascinated by the Chinese-speaking phone. In any case, a few seconds later she threw back her head with laughter and replied swiftly in Cantonese as if the Google translator was in my head.
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