grrrrr

for those of you wondering what happened to the cynic in me now that i've posted poetry on my blog, don't worry, she's still here. here's an answer to the sappy story i previously posted.

so this guy comes up to me in the school yesterday and mumbles a question: "wieviele sflajsdlkfjaldk?"

i'm standing there, blank-faced, shaking my head. i'm sorry?

he repeats the question: wieviele asdkljflasdjflk?

i still have no clue what he wants to know. how many what?!?! i'm sorry, i don't understand the question, i tell him.

he narrows his eyes. "are you a foreigner?"

well, yes. but what is your question?

he just walks away shaking his head, then turns to someone else and asks again. this time i understand the last part: wieviele haben wir heute?

he wanted to know the date.

ok, fine. but seriously, what does the fact that i'm a "foreigner" have to do with whether or not i would know the date?!?!!? only real germans know what day it is!??!

grrrrr.