Thursday, September 28, 2006

Last week, I went to one of the few movie theaters in town that show foreign/indie flicks so I could see Quinceanera. It's that theater located in the bottom of an office complex with a myriad of parking structures and things, and I always get lost there, and this time was no exception. The only person around to ask directions was a Mexican guy emptying the trash, who, as it turned out, couldn't speak English. Through pantomime, I conveyed what I was looking for and he pointed in the general direction.

Then you know what I said? I said, "Danke schoen."

"Danke Schoen"?!

Maybe my brain capacity, at one-and-a-half languages, is full.

Oh, the movie was terrific.

posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 7:17 AM

1 Comments:

At 6:40 AM, Blogger Balwearie said...

I am quite sure the reason I didn't do well when I took Russian was that everytime the professor asked me a question my brain would have to pause to translate it to German and then come up with the proper response. Ins Deutsch....

 

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