Last summer, I went to a summer school in France, where we were taken to McDonalds twice a week to eat. I didn't ever wanna go to that phony place. I don't like it cause the food ain't that good and it kills me to eat at the same place a lot. I always ended up eatin the same goddam thing, nuggets and fries. Some of the times, if I felt like it, I bought some iceream. One day when I was buying one of them, I told the clerk, in my lousy French, that I wanted one. The thing is, the moron didn't understand a word I was saying to him. I kept pointing at the goddam sign and pronoucing the words real slowly, but he just looked at me like a goddam moron. That killed me. I asked one of the teachers to order it for me. I gave her my dough and she told the clerk EXACTLY what I had told him, but he understood her. THAT KILLED ME! Some people just kill me, for christsake.
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I totaly understand you. I also hate when people don't understand what i'm saying and i have to repeat it like 10 times. It drives me crazy. That happened to me in Lujano, swtizerland. I was in a taxi and I was trying to say to the taxi driver to take me back to camp in italian but he never understood i was saying and he took me to gas station!
Good Job with your blog. It was fun to read.
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