Ladies and Germs

I’m traveling again soon. The hours and days in airports and on trains and showing documents and hassling with idiot taxi drivers, oh joy!

The destination is the pleasure for me. Germany again, and I’ve hauled out my old high school textbooks to polish up my grammar. Oh joy!

I remember one lesson, way, way back. First class after lunch, never a good time for paying the strictest attention, and there was a disturbance in the corridor outside. Someone yelling and bumping into things.

We all looked at each other, and the teacher muttered at the distraction.

Suddenly the door burst open and a man staggered in. An old guy, somebody’s grandfather maybe. He was rotten drunk, and he looked over we teens.

“If it wasn’t for me,” he declared, banging his fist on a desk, “youse’d all be speaking German today!”

“That’s exactly right,” said our teacher. “Thank you for your service.”


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Written by Britni Pepper

Britni Pepper has always enjoyed telling stories. About people, places and pleasures. Her schoolmates loved listening to her stories about princesses and pirates and dragons, and once she looked up to find the principal looking on. "No, no, don't stop, Britni," he said. "I want to hear what happens next!" What happened next was university, a job in the travel industry, and a career of travelling the world meeting the most fascinating people. Britni has travelled to thirty of the world's nations and loves making up stories about fascinating people doing interesting things in exotic places. No longer tales about princes and wizards, but her stories are just as much fantasy as ever.

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