~Zeanra~
Tandtroll
It was about two years ago when I was in California as an exchange student for a short time, and two of my friends were there too. We have this bad habit to make fun of fashion clothes and stuff, for instance we go to a shop, search some clothes and laugh our arses off thinking is it a shirt or a napkin. And the shop assistant usually just glowers.
We were in this one place, don't remember the name (and don't want to...) and doing this thing again. But now we decided to do something different; we decided to try on those silly looking clothes and then laught to each other when wearing those. We put those clothes on, came out of the fitting rooms (?), had a major bad arse -laugh, and then went back to change our own clothes back. Well, at least two of my friends went...the door of my fitting room had gone locked, and there was no way to get it open. Embarrassed, I went to seek the shop assistant looking like a total clown, people just grinning around. I found her and tried to explain what happened. My English has never been so good, and in panic, I can't speak any English. There I was, looking like a dork, explaining something in Finnish and in English to a shop assistant...who was a Spanish woman...and didn't understand me....*long sigh*
Well, I got my clothes back and other stuff too after while, mostly using the body language...and I didn't go to that shope EVER again..
We were in this one place, don't remember the name (and don't want to...) and doing this thing again. But now we decided to do something different; we decided to try on those silly looking clothes and then laught to each other when wearing those. We put those clothes on, came out of the fitting rooms (?), had a major bad arse -laugh, and then went back to change our own clothes back. Well, at least two of my friends went...the door of my fitting room had gone locked, and there was no way to get it open. Embarrassed, I went to seek the shop assistant looking like a total clown, people just grinning around. I found her and tried to explain what happened. My English has never been so good, and in panic, I can't speak any English. There I was, looking like a dork, explaining something in Finnish and in English to a shop assistant...who was a Spanish woman...and didn't understand me....*long sigh*
Well, I got my clothes back and other stuff too after while, mostly using the body language...and I didn't go to that shope EVER again..