Lost Germans

Earlier this week, I wandered into the office of my apartment complex in search of a laundry room key and found a German woman struggling to make herself understood by the manager. The manager kept telling her that she was at an apartment complex, but the woman couldn't understand. So I said, "I speak a little German!" The German woman was so relieved. I was able to tell her that it was not a "jugendherberge" -- a youth hostel -- nor was it a motel. But before I could remember the word for "apartments," she said "Danke" and left. I was a little disappointed. I was just getting started!

Then again, it was probably good she didn't ask for directions. She might have ended up on Mars or something.



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