So there's this great girl at work who joined the firm at the same time I did. Recently, she had an assignment that allowed her to work for a month in Germany, and today she was back in the company cab.
After general pleasantries, I asked her about her time there, the office, etc. Though I am ancestrally about 75% German, my only experience of the country was getting stuck overnight in Munich during a snowstorm, during which I learned the wonders of a nice lager and television auf Deutsch.
"So, how'd you like it? Did you pick up any German, ja?" I asked, snorting.
"Oh, you know, some some," she said shyly. I cocked my head to the side. We haven't spent much time together, but she and I seem to have forged a strange bond wherein we both sense that the other is something of a kindred spirit.
She looks up, smile breaking like a wave.
"I learned shopping words, mostly. Everything else...every other word is fahrt! Fahrt this, fahrt that!"
Nothing is better in the morning that cultural exchange on the vagaries of language and flatulence.
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Well, they do consume lots of beer and sausages, and it's all got to go somewhere, right? Too funny.
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