Awkward Moment:

 

It was early spring and I just needed some milk before Sunday.  I was still living in Vienna and at that time the grocery store was four blocks away.  I threw on my vest jacket, with a large sweater on underneath, grabbed my wallet and sprinted down to the store before it closed.  As I was waiting in line, I placed my milk on the conveyer belt and slipped my wallet under my arm.  As the man scanned my milk, I reached under my arm to remove my wallet and get out my Euro.  Only the wallet wouldn’t move.  It was stuck to my sweater.  The zipper part had somehow become entwined with one of the sweater’s threads.  So now my milk is rung, the man is waiting for me to pay, and I am in a contorted position trying to get to my cash.  I have the arm with the wallet attached to it high in the air and the fingers on the other hand were acting out the motions for scissors.  I had no idea what the word was for scissors and so all I could get out was, “Do you have ____ “.  There is a line of women behind me trying not to laugh; yet no one is trying to help either.  I began frantically making cutting motions like my hand was a saw.  Being as he was a man, he identified with that action and pulled an Exact-O Knife out of his jacket.  In the end, all was well.  The sweater was fine, and the milk was bought before the store closed for the weekend.

 

Language Blooper:

 

After six months of living in Vienna, Austria, I moved to Linz to begin working in a church plant developing a youth ministry.  I came to Austria with no furniture.  Click Here To Read More...