Zee problem viz Germans
Since the language barrier is likely to be something of a recurring theme here, there’s a classic tale that must be told (for those of you that haven’t seen it already). I consider the posting of this as revenge: I did, after all, once walk into a German bank and ask where the tellers were. A regular question, to you and me; to our friends the Germans, it comes off as a slightly out-of-place enquiry as to the whereabouts of one’s crockery (teller being the German word for plate)…
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