Once in a Spanish class, my grades were so good that the teacher allowed me and another student a chance to go out with the advanced class to eat. The only rule was we could only speak Spanish. Knowing little but feeling confident I accepted.
During dinner a Spanish monk and I had started up a conversation. But halfway into it, he'd lost me in the conversation and I couldn't understand what he was asking me.
After what felt like forever the frustrated monk broke out into English "I'm asking if you're studying to a lawyer! The word is "lawyer"
Getting a monk frustrated with me so much that he broke the no English rules the teacher thought was hilarious. I saw him 2 years ago and the professor told me he still tells stories about me to his class all the time.
Glad I was able to make an impression on someone while I was there.
Have a good weekend folks!
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