Lunch in my office cafeteria

The office I work in is situated in a big office complex with all its advantages: Porter service, big conference rooms, cleaning service, its own post office, a small shop, and last but not least a nice cafeteria offering almost all day warm and cold food.

Of course the ladies there just speak Polish as the menues are written in Polish only. Hence a quite interesting challeng for me to choose and pronounce what I would like to have - in Polish of course. Sometimes the result thrilled me, sometimes I was sad looking at my plate - even before start eating.

Last Monday - after pronouncing my Polish tongue twisters and awaiting the eatible result - the first time the lady behind the bar smiled at me said (or asked?): You can speak a little bit Polish, can't you?

I was - a little bit - astonished.

I wanted to say: Well, I am customer of this facility since four months, at least twice a week if not everyday, asking you in Polish what is what, pointing at soups asking names and counting my coins afterwads. Well, yes, maybe we could say so.

I said: Yes, a bit.

I smiled back - at least I hope so -, took my lunch and digged in.