Viva la Kleenex (Bob)

I’ve been trying to get better at Spanish. I remember many of the words, but I struggle to get my mouth to say them the way my brain wants them to be said. The worst word for me is refrigerado, as in”¿Does this queso need to be refrigerato?” It sounds like I’m spitting out marbles. 

Today at the pharmacy, Wendy needed some Kleenex. Oh, I know the Spanish word for Kleenex! I got this—


Me: “¿Tiene pañuelos?”

Pharmacist: “¿¡Qué!?

Me [Deflated]: “Um, Kleenex?”

Pharmacist: “Sí”


Translation:


Me: “Do you have facial tissues?”

Pharmacist: “What even are you talking about already?”

Me [Deflated]: “Um, Kleenex?”

Pharmacist: “Why didn’t you just say that?”



The purchased facial tissues are to the right of my watch.

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