Nava, when I was still in the Navy and my squadron was deployed to Rota, Spain, I learned about those language quirks. Not directly, mind you - my Spanish is less than rudimentary - but because of the guys who worked for me - they were Puerto Rican.
I don’t recall the words, but I remember Petty Officer Navarro telling me how he got in trouble trying to chat up a girl at a disco. He said something that was perfectly benign “back home” but it was extremely rude in southern Spain. I felt sorry for him - he really was a very polite young man, but he came across as crass.
Two people divided by a shared language indeed.
And speaking of the juvenility of this thread, it struck me as if everyone caught a case of The Bear! :eek: I guess it’s a tribute to our resident king of TMI and junior high mentality… 
And along those lines, sorta, I had an incredibly bizarre dream last night. I was at work, although it looked more like the place I worked in FL than where I work now, and my boss was my husband’s just-retired boss. I was most dismayed to discover that someone had stolen all my clothes.
No, they didn’t mug me and steal what I was wearing - but they stole every piece of clothing I owned. Now, why I had my wardrobe at work, I have no idea. For a while, I was walking around in this dream wearing a shorts suit (a pant suit, but with shorts instead) with knee highs and pumps (I am such the fashion plate!) Then for some reason, I was just wrapped in a shower curtain - a clear plastic shower curtain. So was Drew Barrymore.
And my boss was going to give us a couple of those belt-things that you see workers at Home Depot wearing - the kind that keep them from hurting their backs. For some reason, Drew and I were supposed to put them on, then fight.

There was also a coworker in the dream who thought the whole episode was hilarious and she kept following me around and laughing. I also vaguely recall a naked, well endowed guy trying to seduce me. :eek:
Anyway, when I woke up, I was exhausted and somewhat unnerved. Very bizarre. And, no, I wasn’t drinking last night.
Bernie’s been walked and fed, there’s a load of laundry in the washer, and we’ll be heading to my mom’s in a couple-three hours to deliver Bernie. En route, I’ll pick up the last of my ceramics, and on the way home, we’ll stop at Ikea, then at my sister’s for dinner. Kitty sitter is coming tonight, but **FCD ** will have to deal with her.
Whew - quite the long post for this hour of the morning!