One of the difficulties of being just barely fluent enough to comprehend simple commands but not actually express yourself is that people tend to treat you like a pet. Conversational interaction consists of the following: calling your name for lunch, smiles and pats, and there’s a lot of miming and gestures involved. Case in point: a while back, two of my coworkers were waiting on motorbikes for another guy to show up so we could all go to lunch. I’m perched on the back on a bike, and out of the corner of my eye I see co-worker #3 on a corner ahead of us.
I tap the guy in front of me, pointing with my arm and begin stammering out, “He’s waiting over there.”
The co-worker looks at my outstretched arm: “Hm? He’s up there? Yeah? Oh yeah, he is! Good girl!” And then he gave me a Scooby snack.
1 comment:
hah, atleast you get a scooby snack. I get a smile if i'm lucky.
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