So my article thing on this stupid Academic Bill of Rights went up, and now people are talking/fighting about it. Whoo-hoo!
So yeah, apparently I committed a major faux pas while attempting to use my fledgling Spanish skills to order lunch from this Mexican restaurant in my apartment complex, where the waitresses don't speak a whole lot of English. I was TRYING to say, "I'd like to try your quesadillas here," (as in "this place"). But, I guess I said one word or one little accent wrong or something, because what the waitress heard was, "I want to lick your quesadillas." Apparently she took that as a personal proposition, and laughed for a good five minutes. Thankfully, she took pity on the stupid American trying to speak her language and had a sense of humor about it. Once she told me what I really said, I think my face turned a shade of red that has not yet been named by Crayola. They should now name a crayon after me: "Fuck-Up Austin Red." Hah, I now have a new ambition in life....
Random thought of the day (an older one, but I'm in a bit of a rush): If you're ever in a war, instead of throwing a grenade at someone, you should throw one of those little plastic pumpkins at them. Maybe it'll get everyone to stop and think about how stupid war is. Then, while they're thinking, you can throw a real grenade at them.
So yeah, apparently I committed a major faux pas while attempting to use my fledgling Spanish skills to order lunch from this Mexican restaurant in my apartment complex, where the waitresses don't speak a whole lot of English. I was TRYING to say, "I'd like to try your quesadillas here," (as in "this place"). But, I guess I said one word or one little accent wrong or something, because what the waitress heard was, "I want to lick your quesadillas." Apparently she took that as a personal proposition, and laughed for a good five minutes. Thankfully, she took pity on the stupid American trying to speak her language and had a sense of humor about it. Once she told me what I really said, I think my face turned a shade of red that has not yet been named by Crayola. They should now name a crayon after me: "Fuck-Up Austin Red." Hah, I now have a new ambition in life....
Random thought of the day (an older one, but I'm in a bit of a rush): If you're ever in a war, instead of throwing a grenade at someone, you should throw one of those little plastic pumpkins at them. Maybe it'll get everyone to stop and think about how stupid war is. Then, while they're thinking, you can throw a real grenade at them.
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