"I took an estimated two thousand years of high school French, and when I finally got to France, I discovered that I didn’t know one single phrase that was actually useful in a real-life French situation. I could say, “Show me the fish of your brother Raoul,” but I could not say, “Madame, if you poke me one more time with that umbrella I am going to jam it right up one of your primary nasal passages,” which would have been extremely useful."
Dave Barry’s Only Travel Guide You’ll Ever Need, Dave Barry (via samcnitt)
Oh My God. I can STILL direct you to the swimming pool in the fictional French village in my textbook, but when I was in Montpellier on a homestay I had to resort to charades to remember the word for towel. For shame.
