Just wanted to tell you guys what happened to me at the supermarket yesterday.
I went there to buy some health food…
While I was in there, an older woman was handing out free samples: small plates of hot pasta with slices of sausage.
A college-aged kid in a white T-shirt and sweatpants came striding up. Without missing a step, he grabbed a plate and began stuffing noodles into his mouth with his fingers and continued walking. He did it so smoothly, like a marathoner grabbing a cup from a water stop.
The woman handing out samples began complaining loudly about him in German. It was so nice to hear the familiar dulcet tones of German disgust. She called him a Stoffel (a boor or twerp).
I probably should’ve let her have her private ranting moment, but I couldn’t help it. I asked her, “Was hat er getan?” (What did he do?)
She looked a little taken aback, but not really. She looked down the aisle and pointed at the kid and said in accented English, “He just came up here and took a plate. Didn’t stop, didn’t say thank you. Just kept going.”
“Some people are so rude,” I said. “Auf Wiedersehen!”
Here’s what I got out of this experience. She was speaking German to herself. Then I spoke to her in German, enough for her to understand me and reply. Yet she still insisted on speaking to me in English.
It’s almost impossible to get a German to speak German with you. 😉
Reminds me of this comic from Malachi at Itchy Feet: