Soooo… She’s Assimilating Well…
I ran cross country in high school in the early 2000s. One year, we had an exchange student from Germany on our team. She was friendly, polite, and soft-spoken, and very easy to get along with. She was also very, very good — in fact, she was the only one of us girls to qualify for the state championships. We other girls went to the championships to cheer her on. The state course has a notorious hairpin turn on a hill, which can be tricky to navigate during the 5km (3.1 mile) race.
Our teammate ran well, clocking in a time that was fast even for her. We all met her at the finish line to congratulate her.
Teammate: “How was the hairpin turn?”
Exchange Student: *Still catching her breath* “It was s***ty. F****** horrible!”
She noticed our immediate awkward silence, clapped her hand over her mouth, and lamented:
Exchange Student: “Oh, no! I said it in English!”