"Aren't I the best?" I asked the Polack today, in reference to a project we were working on.
"Yeah," he replied, "but you don't speak Polish. That would be better." He scratched his chin, thinking intently. Thinking for the Polish, you know, doesn't come easily. "Maybe you should visit a Polish concentration camp so you could learn," he said giving me a sidelong glance.
My jaw dropped in shock.
