This whole understanding a foreign language thing, er, not understanding it...? I met a substitute teacher on the bus ride home Tuesday. She commented that my accent is pretty good -- only subtly U.S. Twenty minutes later I stopped at a little tienda for some Sprite Zero, Doritos, and Hershey's chocolate. (You know, the basics!) After hearing the price, I could not decipher even one measly word of the cashier's conversation. So, she smiled and laughed a little. -- translation: Aww, what a cute little gringo!
I next picked up my dry cleaning next door. Pants + sweater + 3 shirts = $8.50 US. Now, there is always a placard outside that place. It says that if you drop off your clothes by 10 AM, then you'll get them back the same day without an extra charge. Nice, right? Well, last Wednesday the cashier explained a reason that my order didn't apply. It wasn't the time, because I looked over my right should and saw 9:57 AM on the clock. What was it, you ask? No clue. I understood my clothes would be ready Friday... and that's it. Maybe it's because I had dry cleaning instead of regular laundry... but that's just a circumstantial guess. Good times!
I next picked up my dry cleaning next door. Pants + sweater + 3 shirts = $8.50 US. Now, there is always a placard outside that place. It says that if you drop off your clothes by 10 AM, then you'll get them back the same day without an extra charge. Nice, right? Well, last Wednesday the cashier explained a reason that my order didn't apply. It wasn't the time, because I looked over my right should and saw 9:57 AM on the clock. What was it, you ask? No clue. I understood my clothes would be ready Friday... and that's it. Maybe it's because I had dry cleaning instead of regular laundry... but that's just a circumstantial guess. Good times!
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