My Body Is My Temple
(I’m doing a year abroad in Spain for my degree. While waiting for the light to change so I can cross the road, an old man comes up to me. I try to ignore him but realise I have no way to escape, so while I’m super nervous, I answer his questions as minimally as possible.)
Old Man: “¿Eres alemana?” *Are you German?*
What I Mean To Say: “No, soy inglesa.” *No, I’m English.*
What I Accidentally Say Instead: “No, soy iglesia.” *No, I’m a church.*
(Well, at least he left me alone.)
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