Thursday, April 13, 2006

On the 420 bus this morning

Was sitting next to a Chinese guy. His headphones were slightly too loud, forcing me to listen in on his English lesson. I fell into a trance.

How long does it take to get to work?
How long does it take to get to work?
How long does it take to get to San Francisco?
How long does it take to get to San Francisco?

There isn’t a bus stop near our house.
There isn’t a bus stop near our house.
There isn’t a bus terminal near my apartment.
There isn’t a bus terminal near my apartment.
There isn’t a subway station near my house.
There isn’t a subway station near my house.

One problem with these language tapes. This is something I’ve discovered in my countless unsuccessful attempts to learn Spanish. Nobody who speaks a language speaks it slowly and clearly like the voices on the tape. I always understand Spanish on a tape, but as soon as I’m faced with someone rattling along in Spanish at a hundred miles an hour, I’m lost, totally hopelessly lost. Maybe if they yelled louder at me in Spanish I’d understand them…

1 comment:

Nanuk of the North, older but no wiser said...

I'm just gonna assume you know this from first-hand experience.