Hm. All day long I’ve heard nothing but Swedish, Portuguese, German, Italian.
What’s with the influx of international tourists?
Don’t get me wrong. It’s a refreshing change from the Spanish and Chinese I hear all day, every day (I should really be fluent by now.) But the irony lies here: I cant find out from one of them…because they don’t understand me! At least the ones I’ve encountered don’t.
I was walking a couple dogs behind a group of three. One grabbed something out of his back pocket and out came his glasses with it…right onto the street. I snatched them up and ran to return them and his response? “Sorry.” I knew what he meant.
I’m sure I could just Google it but I’ve been too busy all day to bother remembering. Even now! I’m writing this post as I’m walking to the subway! The subway…where I won’t have access to the interwebs.
I could do it now before I go underground…meh. I’ll just swim in ignorance for a while. The water’s warm.
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