how to embarass a Canadian girl
So I'm sitting in my Italian class, listening to my 29 year old teacher talk about different jobs that Italians have. He talked about brick layers, and painters, and how much they make. He began to describe the differences between what walls are made of...
Silvio: So, Jennifer, in Canada what are the walls made of?
Me: Uh.....(thinking to myself, should ask michael)
Silvio: the walls in Canada are made of semen, right?
Me: (outbursts of laughter....followed by the reddest face ever, and me glancing around at my classmates wondering why the guys didn't think this was as funny as me)
Silvio: (very confused look on his face, while he continues to talk) The walls in Canada are made of....
One of the other guys: Ah...cement.
So apparently he said cement, but I didn't hear the t, and with his accent it sounded softer. But come on, that was pretty funny for a minute.
I was even going to delicately tell him after class the proper pronunciation, but then decided naw, he can figure that out on his own when he's in Canada in two weeks. Somebody else can correct him - I didn't want to embarass him or me again.
Silvio: So, Jennifer, in Canada what are the walls made of?
Me: Uh.....(thinking to myself, should ask michael)
Silvio: the walls in Canada are made of semen, right?
Me: (outbursts of laughter....followed by the reddest face ever, and me glancing around at my classmates wondering why the guys didn't think this was as funny as me)
Silvio: (very confused look on his face, while he continues to talk) The walls in Canada are made of....
One of the other guys: Ah...cement.
So apparently he said cement, but I didn't hear the t, and with his accent it sounded softer. But come on, that was pretty funny for a minute.
I was even going to delicately tell him after class the proper pronunciation, but then decided naw, he can figure that out on his own when he's in Canada in two weeks. Somebody else can correct him - I didn't want to embarass him or me again.