Misunderstanding

The other day, after buying some stuff to cook my lunch, I decided to take the bus to go home. I walked to the bus stop and when I arrived, there was only an old lady. I don´t know why, that day the bus took more time that it usually did. I waited in there for about 25 minutes.

While I was standing in the station, the old lady started to talk to me.She was really upset because the bus hadn´t arrived yet. As she didn´t have anyone else to complain XXX, she did it with me. After a few minutes, she changed the subject and asked me something. I didn't understand what she asked, so I requested her to repeat xxxx me. Again, I failed to get it. The old lady laughed and began to talk really slow and doing mime. She was simply asking: "Can you walk home?".

Carlos González

Misunderstandings...

It's not difficult to have a misunderstanding talking with someone, it happens to me even in my own language. The problem is thinking about one when you're asked for it...

I remember my first week here, in this lovely town. I wanted to go to Trafalgar Square but I did not know how to go there and on top of all I only had a buss pass. I asked the driver of the first bus that came to the stop where I was. The problem is that I did not pronounce the -Square- very well. So he showed me the wrong way. I did not realize that it was not the place until I got off this bus. I was at Trafalgar Street, in Southwark instead of Trafalgar Square in Westminster.

D.C.

Misscommunication

Truth comes from children’s mouth, eh ? I’ve heard it said more than once.

One month ago, I met my host family’s grandson and this 5-years-old boy is a real chatterbox ! He’s there almost every weekend so when I wake up, I don’t bother trying to make the conversation, he does it for both of us. As I’m shuffling around the kitchen, looking for the bread, he tells me a lot of stories. All the times I’m all ears but, to be honest, for such a young child, he speaks very well and sometimes I must ask him to repeat, explain, what I don’t understand.

Once he told me he had to teach me everything like to a baby. A bit hurted in my ego, I resolve to learn harder thane ver so that never again a child, who is not even at primary school, will say I don’t speak English properly.

B.B

My miscommunication by Camilo Giraldo

I was working in the till at Eat and that the company was offering one soup: "chicken pop pie". That day there was a long qeue which almost reach the street, at that moment one costumer asked me for chicken pie but I understood and heard for the soup. then I gave her then she began to look at me so strange. I asked if something was wrong and she told me that she wanted for a pie, not for a soup. I gave her my excuse and I received a smile.

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