Last night I was at the local “Western” coffeeshop with my coworker Dave. Dave’s got a bit of a crush on our waitress, and since I met her at my old school, I introduced them and then drank my beer while Dave told her how good her English is. Things were well on their way to a “practice English” date when she said:
“I’m not very good at English — I’m not an easy girl,”
“What a shame,” I said, between sips, “Dave really needs an easy girl,”
I moved my legs out of kicking range as she continued, “I memorize many words, but English grammar makes me too hard,”
“Don’t worry, it’s the same for us.” Dave said, sweetly, but then he couldn’t resist adding, “Your English grammar is certainly making me hard.”
