[Overheard at a Starbucks[sup]TM[/sup] in San Diego]
(In the corner are three German generals in full Nazi uniform, poring over a map.)
Hilter: Ach. Ha! Gut time, er, gut afternoon.
Barrista: Oho, planning a little excursion, eh, Mr Hilter?
Hilter: Ja, ja, ve haff a little…was ist Abweise bewegen?
Hilter: Ah yes, ve make a little hike for Julian.
Mr. Johnson: Ah yes. Well, you’ll want the I-5. Oh, no, you’ve got the wrong map there. This is Stalingrad. You want the San Diego County section.
Hilter: Ah! Stalingrad! Ha ha ha, Heinri…Reginald, you have the wrong map here you silly old leg-before-vicket American person.
Bimmler: I’m sorry mein Fuhrer, mein (cough) mein Dickie old chum.
Barrista: Oh, lucky Mr Johnson pointed that out. You wouldn’t have had much fun in Stalingrad, would you? Ha ha.
I said, you wouldn't have had much fun in Stalingrad, would you?
Hilter: Not much fun in Stalingrad, no.
[/Overheard at a Starbucks[sup]TM[/sup] in San Diego]
adapted from here.