Po I Know

I don't have a lot of time to do an in depth post that I would like to do, but I thought I would share an interesting story that I remembered today. When I was living in Germany I loved to go to the stores in downtown Berlin. No car was needed; I would take the U-Bahn to get there. I would spend hours looking in stores like Werken Spielen Schenken and Saturn. I hated asking people where stuff was, though. If I had to ask someone where something was, I would practice it over and over in my head or I would write it down.  I hated sounding like an idiot.  Sometimes I would just ask them if they spoke English and if they said no, I would just walk away. I think I felt so traumitized because one Christmas I was buying presents for my siblings and I thought I would get my sister Alison a teletubby because I knew she thought they were creepy.  When I was at the checkout counter the cashier thought he was funny and wouldn't let me buy it unless I could tell him the name of the teletunbby. I knew his name was Po, but was too embarrassed to say it. So instead I said, "Umm, Ich spreche kein Deutsch" and then walked away.
I know... how shameful.