A boy ran up to me in the cafeteria yesterday and started talking rapidly in French. I started to drool, which is generally what happens when people don't make a conscious effort to speak slowly. I responded the only way I knew how. . .Please slow down (in french. )
He said that I got a t-shirt because I learned their dance!
If I wear it, I will get my drinks faster. At least. . . that is what I think he said.
That's right- that makes me an official, 'shirt carrying' member of the team!
The dance team.