I may've just beena little lucky here. In the universe described the the perimeter fence at work I can get by, having learned words like 'Gabelstapler' and 'Wage' from the drivers: but I couldn't order a kilo of spuds or ask directions to the lavs.
Ackshly, if the doytshy driver answers in doytsh straight away I'm usually OK: but if they look at me blankly my entire wortschatz f**ks off and I stand there looking (more) stupid
Posted By: Sugbad The Bad, Oct 18, 20:59:27
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