The Monster Calls Every Day Of The Week
(I’m twenty-four and I’ve liked The Beatles since I was sixteen. A new documentary about them has been released to the theatres, so I decide to check it out. Most of the conversation happens in Finnish, but the documentary was released under its English name, “Eight Days a Week.”)
Me: “Hi! I’d like these.” *points to the soda bottle and the chocolate bar that I set on the counter* “And a student ticket to Eight Days a Week.”
Employee: “What?” *says something incoherent*
Me: *assuming I said the middle part too quickly* “A student ticket?”
Employee: “But which movie?”
Me: “Eight Days a Week.” *short silence* “The Beatles film…”
Employee: “A Monster Calls?”
(This film also goes by its English name in Finland.)
Me: “No, Eight Days a Week. Beatles.”
Employee: “A Monster Calls, at what time?”
Me: “No. Eight Days a Week, The Beatles, at [time].”
Employee: *brings up the seating chart for A Monster Calls* “This one?”
Me: “No.”
Employee: *finally brings up the seating chart for Eight Days a Week* “This one?”
Me: “Yes…”
(I wonder how horribly I mangled English to make “Eight Days a Week” sound like “A Monster Calls.” Or maybe I was just too young to be buying tickets to the Beatles documentary.)
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