oui, je parle francais.
at least a little bit. the other day, i was working at the bank and a chinese lady came up to hardip's window. she apparently spoke little or no english so her daughter was serving as a translator, but her daughter was having problems explaining.
so i go up to her and tell her that i understand chinese, and then she goes off in chinese trying to explain her problem. problem is.. i understand VERY LITTLE chinese. most of my chinese experience is limited to what my mom tells me to do (i.e. wash dishes, clean my room), so explaining banking situations is way above my level.
i tell her that i'm not following her situation, and out of frustration, she says in english, "i only speak chinese and french!"
i think she was really suprised when i replied with, "tu parles francais?" so we ended up communicating in this french-chinese-english thing. very odd, but at least i figured out a way to explain things to her. it turns out that she lived in paris for a couple of years before, and then evenutally moved to the states. i'm always fascinated when i meet chinese people from different places.. but maybe to chinese-french, i'm the oddball.
see, i knew that seven years of french would come in handy one day.
Friday, October 3, 2003
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