I was talking with a group of co-workers today, and one very animated woman kept sharing experiences that seemed a little strange considering she'd only just met three of us.
For example, she proudly told us about the time she diagnosed herself as having salmonella poisoning after intentionally eating an entire jar of peanut butter that looked and smelled so bad that there was no doubt it was unhealthy. She then proceeded to insist that it was the quantity of peanut butter and not its quality that made her sick.
Just as I reached the decision that this woman would be out of her depth in a parking lot puddle the conversation turned to the subject of miscommunications, particularly when a foreign language is involved. The woman quickly blurted out:
"I'm a linguist! But I'm dyslexic!"
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