Last Night at Dinner
Trying to tell a story:
Me: So, this guy was in front of me at the post office. He was having a hard time explaining what he wanted. He didn't speak well English.
Our Friends plus Husband: Bah hahahahahahahahahahahaaaa! Bah hahahahahahahahaha!
Me: (Speaking quickly to try and cover it up and turning bright red.) I meant to say "...speak English well." I mean, "He didn't speak good English!", "His English wasn't good!", "You know what I mean!"
That should have been the end of the story.
Why do I bother?
Me: So, this guy was in front of me at the post office. He was having a hard time explaining what he wanted. He didn't speak well English.
Our Friends plus Husband: Bah hahahahahahahahahahahaaaa! Bah hahahahahahahahaha!
Me: (Speaking quickly to try and cover it up and turning bright red.) I meant to say "...speak English well." I mean, "He didn't speak good English!", "His English wasn't good!", "You know what I mean!"
That should have been the end of the story.
Why do I bother?
2 Comments:
Because you tell good stories-- so keep bothering. Last night I said something to Garrett about a means and an end-- but I called both objects the means. Anyhow, he started laughing really hard again and said that I spoke well English.
Nice.
I'll never hear the end of this one!
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