A few years back i went on vacation in Quebec with my family. We were in a hotel in Quebec city across from this absurdly huge mall, so of course we had to go check it out. after about an hour of wandering around and not buying anything because i'm a cheapskate from a family of cheapskates, sat down to work on a lace sweater i was knitting.
a group of old ladies came buy and asked me something in french, and i panicked and somehow managed to answer in french and then we all switched to english and then they sat down and we talked. in english.
this is kind of the allegory for my life?