Friday, February 10

56. (Languages are funny things.)

I was in the coffee shop just a few minutes ago, buying a soda with a borrowed dollar (which is two separate rants for another day, one on my addiction to soda, the other on borrowing money). Behind me, as I bought my Cherry Coke were two conversations: one, a trio of Japanese exchange students, one of which was speaking in rapid Japanese; two, a man, speaking in English, with a high-pitched voice.

I could hear them as I was buying my drink, but when I turned around, the man was speaking in a high-pitched language I had never heard before, and the Japanese girl was silent.

Only nothing had changed at all.