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The Asian waitress was using all of her "professional" acumen to keep her cool, but you could see that she took Carlos' innocent comment to heart. It was obvious that she was not going to forget this incident any time soon. Normally Carlos is pretty benign on Wednesdays, and he really did not mean to be offensive, but half of the Sapporo the waitress had poured into his glass had foamed, so Carlos collected all of his "El-Salvadorian tact" and flippantly noted, "When you pour a beer, you have to tilt the glass, querida!".

I let my gaze wander from the fuming waitress to the street. It was hot outside. Tbilisi can get really hot too, but the heat is much more fierce here. The humid air clings to the body, suffocating to the extent of dizziness. People tend to rush to air-conditioned facilities; especially the kind where they serve cold beer with a touch of warm, Eastern hospitality. If you behave, you may even get some Sushi and the opportunity to relax in peace after a hard day's work. Err... that is, unless Carlos picks a fight with a waitress.