Foreign Languages Are Not My Thing...
One day a few years ago I was out shopping with some friends that I had made after my husband had passed. Most were older than myself but great companions during those rough moments. Anyway, after shopping we decided to try a Italian Restaurant in town. It was delicious and we all enjoyed it. After I paid for my meal in this adorable place, the waitress smiled and said “Grazie,” Italian for “thank you.” My Italian is almost non existence, but I knew that the Italian word for “you’re welcome” was the same as the name of a spaghetti sauce. So I said the first sauce that came into my head, “Ragú!” and walked out of the restaurant. A few parking spot later, it hit me: I had the wrong spaghetti sauce. “You’re welcome” is prego. My friends almost fell to the ground laughing at my blunder. I was laughing so hard watching these senior citizens "ladies" almost peeing their pants in laughter.
Oh well at least it can be said, "I create laughter wherever I go!"
Nana
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