One of the most amazing things about America is that we all speak English. And we get a little testy with those that don’t. I’m pretty sure that this is a bad thing, but that doesn’t take away from how amazing it is.
In certain sections of Germany they speak what is called “Sweissdeutsch”, or “Swiss German”. Sweissdeutsch is what most people in the U.S. think of when they think of German. It sounds a little like a cat coughing something particularly dry up. If you live in an area with a large Amish or Menonite population, this is what I’m talking about. However, most Germans sound absolutely nothing like that. Most Germans I encountered had a slight lisp instead of sounding like they needed a cough drop, which I found pretty amusing. But who was I to talk about the way they spoke their language.
While some folks in Germany speak sweissdeutsch, I discovered that I speak “scheissdeutsch”, or *ahem* “bad German”. I found that I was either using dodgy vocabulary or dodgy grammar pretty much all of the time. Normally this wasn’t a problem, and if it was I just went back to English to order dinner and went about my business. The only truly frustrating occurence was when I ordered a cola, and the waitress looked at me funny and my wife repeated my request and the lady smiled and nodded. I say that was frustrating because the word for cola in German is “cola”. What a drag.
Speaking of being misunderstood, do you know what Einstein’s last words were? I doubt Jeff will be posting them here anytime soon, because no one knows what they were.
As the story goes, the only one in the room when Einstein said his last words and died was his housekeeper. Einstein spouted something off in German, a language she didn’t speak, and died. So, one of the greatest minds of the last century effectively spouted gibberish with his dying breath. Bummer.
On the bright side, though, he did get to have his head turned into a giant Lego sculpture.

That is in the giant Legoland discovery center in Berlin. We got there a bit late in the day and didn’t have a chance to actually go inside. I was very sad.
And of course if you have a big giant head like that, you need more than just your average barber, you need… Cutman!

I know I’d get my hair cut there.
By the way the pics are thumbnails, so just click and you can see versions with detail.
Tune in tomorrow when I shut up about Germany and start making fun of Jeff again.