In reading this I was picturing myself standing in a small market in a small town in a rural area where I didn't speak the language. Then again I don't see anyone traveling very far any time soon. Of course, living in South Florida it is not required to know anything other than English, but if you know a wee bit of Spanish, you will make someone incredibly happy if you tell them Muchas Gracias.
And aren't we all here to make ourselves and others happy?
A Russian lady married an English gentleman and they lived in London .
She was not very proficient in English, but did manage to communicate with her husband. The real problem arose whenever she had to shop for groceries.
One day, she went to the butcher and wanted to buy chicken legs. She didn't know how to put forward her request, so, in desperation, clucked like a chicken and raised her skirt to show her legs, knees and a bit of thigh. Her butcher got the message and gave her the chicken legs.
Next week she needed to get chicken breast, again she didn't know how to say it, so she clucked like a chicken and revealed a bit of her bra by unbuttoning her top to show the butcher. The butcher understood again and gave her some chicken breasts.
On the 3rd week, the poor lady needed to buy sausages. Unable to find a way to communicate this, she brought her husband to the store...