Why is it that any time I begin a sentence 'Proszę Pani...' or 'Proszę bardzo...', my voice rises by three octaves and the volume drops to a whisper?
How on earth am I to maintain a credible, professional image when I sound as though I've just inhaled a helium balloon?
On the plus side, the Bad Obwarzanki Lady is being Really Nice to me. Maybe in her world I've simply become the Weird Foreign Girl. Or maybe her cosmically-significant till-runes are telling my impending doom...
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