False friend
September 29th, 2008I was mailing a letter today and two American girls at the station next to me wanted to send something by overnight express. The first girl was talking in English, and extremely quickly. The poor guy behind the counter couldn’t understand her, so her friend tried to help. The friend said in slow, careful German, “She wants to spend the night.” The guy behind their window blushed and the woman behind mine laughed aloud.
In the evening we had planned to watch a Bavarian movie called The Earlier You Die, the Longer You’re Dead, but some family drama with a younger sister caught up in a Turkish/East German conspiracy meant we drove to Lörrach and back instead. We had dinner at Brennessel when we got home, maybe my last spätzle for some time.