Random Esquire

I was walking in the lobby of my office building when I, apparently, caught the eye of a Hispanic man who clearly thought I was Hispanic, as well.  (Dark hair, dark eyes, etc.)  However, I am not Hispanic.  He must have been trying to locate an office.  He asked me something in Spanish.  I then realized that I know how to say two things in Spanish.

a.  Es una amiga, nada mas. (She’s just a friend!)

b.  Entiendo un poco de Espanol. (I understand a little bit of Spanish.)

Mind you, I have no idea on the spelling because I only know how to say these things – not write them.  I’m already illiterate in another language. I love it.  ANYWYAY, I chose to say the second.

I smiled proudly and said, “Entiendo un poco de Espanol!”

He smiled broadly back, a look of refief on his face and then he asked his question again – only more slowly and a little more loudly.  Then I realized something.

I had just lied to him.  I don’t understand a little bit of Spanish!  That’s just the phrase I learned but there’s nothing true about it.  I don’t understand any Spanish, really.  Except, of course, I had just told him that I did and that had encouraged him so he was speaking more slowly for my benefit.

I’m a Spanish liar!