The phone rang at the house this evening and I picked it up. I think it was a salesman of some sort. The conversation went something like this:
Me: Hello?
Spanish Speaking Gentleman: Bueno! Very Fast Spanish for about 30 seconds.
Me: Uh… No habla Espanol.
SSG: No habla Espanol?
Me: No, no habla Espanol.
SSG: Rapid Spanish for another 15 seconds.
It was clear to me that communication was unlikely. I hung up the phone.
Zach: Who was that?
Me: Some guy. I could only catch a few words of what he said, so I told him I don’t speak Spanish.
Zach: Actually, you told him HE didn’t speak Spanish.
At which point I hung my head in deep, abiding shame.
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