The
other week I ran into a (Swiss) (Italian) colleague who I hadn’t seen in ages.
It
turned out that he’s been buried away studying for exams, and he began telling
me that they were coming up in a month, how stressed he was, etc.
Then
he paused.
“But
I’m not sure if you care,” he was like.
“To
tell you the truth, not really,” I was like, at which he laughed, as I
explained that such stress was normal and I’ve seen it a ton, and as long as he
checked in with his examiners to make sure that they thought he was ready to
take exams, he’d be fine no matter what, pretty much.
Then,
when he asked me what I’d been up to, I told him how I’d been an extra on a
primetime soap, which I stated by name.
“What
is that?”, he was like. “I would know
the show if it was Walking Dead, or
porn.”
He
then asked if we had the word “cameo” in English, which he pronounced “cah-meo”.
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