A bit ago, the one resthome resident who always gives me candy from her candy dish was talking about the customers they used to get in at the shop that she worked at as a shop girl for many years.
With the (Yiddish)-speaking customers, she could usually get by with her (German), but the ones who spoke (Russian) were tough.
One time, these ladies kept saying that they wanted "sauce" but saying it more with an "oh" sound, but for the life of her, she couldn't figure out what they were saying.
So, finally, she was like, "What is it for?" or something like that, and they said to wash clothes, and then she realized that they were reading the brand S.O.S. like it was a word.
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