After hearing about my silliest mispronunciation at the butcher's, both of my girls insisted they come to the butcher's with me on Friday. Why didn't they watch a couple of episodes of Black Books instead?
Anyway, they were hugely disappointed that everything was "perfect" in the shop. There was a young newest face me. Whatever I asked him, I said it fine and naturally. He got it without any awkwardness. He never asked me what I had said or what I meant. That's how shopping should be, you know.
There were a couple of sighs when we got out of the shop. My girls started complaining to me that nothing stupid had happened in the shop. Tough luck to them, really.
But we were soon wondering why most of the other butchers (old faces) often asked me what I meant or misunderstood me. Am I unpredictable or something? Or, have they got something else on their mind so that they don't listen to me properly when I speak to them? Or, am I so scary that they become too nervous? Oh, whatever. Strange, though. It's only in that shop that stupid things happen. I'm perfectly fine at places such as bakery, bank, green grocer's, hair dressers', supermarket, etc. One day I must find out a reason somehow.
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