My parents and I sat in a coffee shop inside the Bardo Museum in Tunis. We were tourism tired.
A local man walked up to us and proclaimed with an amount of pure pride that most likely will never be matched by any human being on the planet:
"I like the BBC!"
He stared at me and waited patiently for my reaction.
I was confused.
Do I tell him we don't really watch the BBC in Canada? I didn't want to insult him or break some cultural rule about praising foreign newscasts.
"I like the BBC!"
I smiled, my parents smiled. I was happy that he was happy. His English performance continued...
"I like RAW!"
I pretended to know what he meant by this and tried not to seem too uninterested and interested at the same time.
"I like RAW!"
"I like Power Hour!"
"I like Triple H!"
This, apparently, is what he liked.
And I was honoured to be made aware of his preferences.
I would have liked to say that later in the evening we kicked back and watched some wrestling...and maybe we did.
But more than that, whenever I am in an unfamiliar place and unsure of what to say I simply defer to this man's example. There are no wrong words to say as long as you say something...and it might even be memorable.
I now like the BBC too.
