Ann had been sick with a mild bug for a few days and so hadn't been eating. But that has passed and now she is hungry. And a hungry Ann is a dangerous Ann. She must be feed. Immediately!
So we are at a roadside food place sipping a delicious iced coffee and looking for something to eat. Trouble is though, like many Cambodian food places it is difficult to tell just what is on the menu- either the food is hidden from sight or it's hard to tell just what the hell it is.
Nevermind, Ann has seen exactly what she is after. Waffles! Yep, waffles in this little shack of a place by the road. Perfect.
So Ann summons one of the workers: "Waffles, please."
Back comes a blank look.
"Waffles. I would like some waffles, please."
The girl doesn't undestand so Ann gets up and walks with her to the food cabinet.
"Waffles, please," she asks again, pointing at the waffles in the cabinet.
Now the girl is really confused but in excellent English she explains to this simple foreigner: "No ma'am they are not waffles that is a pair of rubber gloves."