Oh, I have so many stories I could tell, but the best ones would get me in trouble. To compensate I will instead tell one of my favorites.
So, a few years back I was a junior in High School and hooked up with a girl that was from Switzerland. We met when I hit her in the head with a chair in Orchestra. I quickly apologized and gave her candy saying, "I often do stupid things. These are like my form of band-aids." That was how we began to talk more often.
That, however, is not the story. The story involves our first date. You see, when we went out I was quite broke and could only afford taking her out to a movie and picking up some sandwiches from a local Subway. I ordered my usual, a meatball marinara, and she decided to go a more vegetarian route. So, she ordered a Veggie Sandwich.
Now, to understand why this is funny, you have to realize two things. One, she spoke German as her first language, and two, the Germans pronunciation of "V" and "W" are switched around from the English perspective.
That's right. When she read "veggie" she said, "I would like a wedgie."
I could not stop myself from laughing. Hard. Loudly.
I then said, "You don't want that." "No," she said back to me, "I want a wedgie sandwich."
I had to calm myself down and tell her that, "No, you don't understand. What you are asking this man to do is come around this counter, grab you by your panties, and reach as high as he can to the sky. You mean veggie dear."
Somehow, we had many dates after that (we are broken up now though) but I will never forget that classic misunderstanding.
So, a few years back I was a junior in High School and hooked up with a girl that was from Switzerland. We met when I hit her in the head with a chair in Orchestra. I quickly apologized and gave her candy saying, "I often do stupid things. These are like my form of band-aids." That was how we began to talk more often.
That, however, is not the story. The story involves our first date. You see, when we went out I was quite broke and could only afford taking her out to a movie and picking up some sandwiches from a local Subway. I ordered my usual, a meatball marinara, and she decided to go a more vegetarian route. So, she ordered a Veggie Sandwich.
Now, to understand why this is funny, you have to realize two things. One, she spoke German as her first language, and two, the Germans pronunciation of "V" and "W" are switched around from the English perspective.
That's right. When she read "veggie" she said, "I would like a wedgie."
I could not stop myself from laughing. Hard. Loudly.
I then said, "You don't want that." "No," she said back to me, "I want a wedgie sandwich."
I had to calm myself down and tell her that, "No, you don't understand. What you are asking this man to do is come around this counter, grab you by your panties, and reach as high as he can to the sky. You mean veggie dear."
Somehow, we had many dates after that (we are broken up now though) but I will never forget that classic misunderstanding.