Last night, after the concert,* we went en masse to a nearby Irish pub to celebrate. Since we were such a big group, the manager came over and started moving tables.
- something something something... tafel
...he muttered.
I turned questioningly to a Belgian friend and then said to the guy 'I'm sorry, I don't speak Flemish'
- I'm Irish.
... said the bar manager.
Things were so much simpler when everyone just stuck to Polish.
*There's another one tomorrow, I gave you the link, what are you complaining about?!
Friday, 21 May 2010
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