Last week, a man approached me in the grocery store. He was trying to tell me something, but his English was very broken. He began to fumble with his words, speaking in his native language and English at the same time. I had no idea what he was telling me. Finally, another lady walked up and did the translation for me. He was apparently French, and was trying to tell me I had left my headlights on in my car. He saw me get out, and wanted to let me know before my battery went dead. At times like this, I really wish I knew more than just my native language!

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