Being back in America is fantastic. I stood in the middle of the escalator, had 4 glasses of free water in a restaurant, and smiled at whoever I wanted. I've had so many conversations with people where neither party had to struggle to communicate. I even took pride in the fact that one of the roped off lines at immigration had a giant, 10-foot wide pillar right in the middle of it. A German would have planned around that before getting out the rope, but in America, that pillar can suck it. While that's all good and dandy, it turns out that Germany has poisoned my mind a little bit. It took me approximately 5 minutes to count out $8 of this "monopoly" money these crazy people use. I've mixed up "much" and "many" consistently over the past two days, and most embarrassingly, this happened:
Location: New South Building. Situation: kweeks is locked out and ID-less. Some disgruntled employee is trying to confirm my identity.
employee: where do you live?
kweeks: 1234 Candyland Road
employee: thue sife jurde cor hale furt.
kweeks: Was? Was that even English...? What?
employee: LAS.T FO.UR DIG.ITS OF YOUR SO.CIAL SE.CUR.IT.Y NUM.BER.
the sad part is, I would have rocked that conversation in German.
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