Tiffany--an American with obscenely-limited Turkish skills (for two years in İzmir)--continues to delight me and embarass our community of fine ex-pats.
The following is an undoctored transcription of an entire dialogue I took while she ordered lunch on the telephone in the teacher's room one day:
"... Paket servis? Yes... Uh-huh... Yes... Spaghetti bolognese... Spa-get-tee bowl-uh-nase. Bolognese. No... Evet... Cash... Yes... Mmhmm... Evet. Teshekkurlar. Bye!"
That's right. You read correctly. Three of those words were in Turkish (evet = yes x 2; the total mangling of teşekkürler = thank you), but all of it was mortifying. Hopefully they can't tell the difference between American pronunciation of Turkish from British pronunciation of Turkish.
What was even funnier was a few days later when she ordered some chicken, but despite repeated attempts:
"Chicken parmesean... parm-uh-zhan... No, parmesean... Evet, tavuk (chicken)... tavuk parmesean... *huge frustrated sigh*"
To no avail, she finally abandoned her desire and instead ordered what even the most frustrated Turk can understand: "izgara" (which just means grilled). I could have died laughing.