What's that?
It's a cellphone.
What's it for?
It's for pretending to talk on when you're walking past someone handing out stuff on the street so you don't have to take what they're handing out because your other hand is in your pocket, SUCKERS.
Except more serious. Anyway, there were some pictures of some household items to describe; microwaves, spatulas, placemats. And then there was this:

And here's how it went (phonetically spelled-out for differentiation purposes):
Me: What's this? Poh-lish? I don't get it. What's Poh-lish about this? Is it a poh-lish ashtray? A poh-lish mirror? *shows to coworker*
Coworker: That's shoe pah-lish.
Me: *runs away*
You'd think I'd have more than a quarter of Polack blood in me based on this, wouldn't you?
I've really not been helping to debunk any stereotypes lately.
2 comments:
If it makes you feel any better, even after reading the title of this post, which specifically mentions shoe polish, I still looked at the picture and thought it was maybe some canned meat from Poland.
It DOES make me feel better! Got any Polack running through your veins? Perhaps living with me for a couple years got you infected. My bad.
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