After church this morning, Naomi and I decided that we needed to run to the store to get some food because we were just about out of everything that was edible - except for cat food, and we were not that desperate - yet. Well, we decided to buy some meat and cheese that we had to have sliced - perfect opportunity to practice some language, right? Almost. We were able to celebrate at our success in explaining what kind and how much cheese we wanted, but the meat proved to be a slightly different story. We wanted chicken, but they didn’t have any chicken breasts, so we decided to ask for some beef. Neither of us knew the word for beef in Polish nor did the lady helping us know what we were saying in English. Therefore, I had to resort to mooing to get my point across. She understood and laughed. Unfortunately, they didn’t have that either. All in all, it was a funny experience.
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