I was feeling very European this morning. I strolled around the outdoor market, picking up some fresh cut flowers and enjoying the scenery. Then I sashayed over to the bakery stall and purchased some fragrant "just out of the oven" rolls. To finish up, I sauntered around to the cheese lady to select some delicious Gouda, flavored with Italian herbs. Mmmmmmm. I put my intended purchase on the counter... and the lady spewed out a whole paragraph of quick spoken Nederlands. Ugh. There's no way I can bluff my way through this one. I hung my head, shuffled my feet back and forth and mumbled those dreaded words..."Do you speak English?" Busted. And just when I was doing so well.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Busted...
I was feeling very European this morning. I strolled around the outdoor market, picking up some fresh cut flowers and enjoying the scenery. Then I sashayed over to the bakery stall and purchased some fragrant "just out of the oven" rolls. To finish up, I sauntered around to the cheese lady to select some delicious Gouda, flavored with Italian herbs. Mmmmmmm. I put my intended purchase on the counter... and the lady spewed out a whole paragraph of quick spoken Nederlands. Ugh. There's no way I can bluff my way through this one. I hung my head, shuffled my feet back and forth and mumbled those dreaded words..."Do you speak English?" Busted. And just when I was doing so well.
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