When I was in Calgary for a volleyball tournament, I had a chance to go to a club one night. It is always exciting to visit new places. I got there around 11pm and took a tour to look around it. The club had 3 rooms; one had a square bar counter in it, one was a dance floor and one was a room for a comedy show. It was not packed yet, but quite a few people were already there. I came up to a bartender to buy a drink and said, "Excuse me, tonic water please." The bartender said, "What?" Then, I said, "Can I have tonic water?" "Say it again," he responded. I was kind of disappointed with my accent, but I repeated the same thing. Though he seemed still unsure of what I wanted, he was trying to figure it out for a while. Actually he looked even flustered. Then, he tentatively opened a cash register and grabbed a roll of quarters. After he peeled the paper, he began to count the quarters by putting them one by one on a counter table. I wondered what he was doing. I even thought he was ignoring me. Suddenly the idea that he thought I said, "Twenty quarters" came to me. I burst into laughter and said, "No I did not ask for twenty quarters. You know, gin and tonic. I just want tonic water." He seemed embarrassed, but at the same time seemed relieved to finally get what I wanted. "I am so sorry. Music was so loud," he responded. After this, whenever I ask for tonic water, I remember this incident and look forward to a bartender's response, but if I see him reaching for the cash register, I know I am in trouble!