That's not quite what I meant...

Misunderstandings can be one of the most fun and frustrating parts of traveling. I've learned how to prevent several in India, but there is always something new.

I was out shopping this weekend and decided to stop for an iced coffee on my way home. The coffee shop is about a mile from where I stay on weekends and my plan was to get the coffee to go and drink it on the walk home. It was hot out and this sounded like a really good idea. I've been sitting there and reading many days and they always serve the cold coffees I order in take away glasses anyway. Plus, the doctor I work for had just brought me back a latte that morning. I knew it was possible and I couldn't wait to indulge.

I placed my order, told them I wanted it for take-away, and waited. Then the woman reappeared carrying this.

See here is thing about me in India. I'm white. Really white. With reddish brown hair. I'm also about four inches taller than any other woman around. I look awkward. Which is probably good, because I am. Instead of simply trying to figure out away around this, I took my bag and left. I carried it the whole way back, including running across the street, while keeping the cup inside the bag upright. 
When I opened it later, I discovered that they'd thankfully also covered the top with tin foil to keep it from sloshing around.  It was still cold and though I didn't get to enjoy it on my walk, I loved having it while resting and watching TV.

Have you had any misunderstandings lately?