Every day for language class, we have to complete a number of workbook exercises largely determined based on the level of sadism the professor is ffeeling on a given day. Yesterday, it pretty much topped the charts.
After crawling through about 6 exercises, I came upon this one:
“Using relative pronouns, describe this object.”
In addition to assigning a billion exercises, my professor thinks it’s funny to cold call people for responses. Guess who got to answer this one in front of the entire class? This chick.
Ok, I can do this. “This object is something in which my feet are always warm. On top of which is a device that controls the temperature. With which I get lots of compliments from other people.”
I looked up to a hoard of confused faces. The professor starts speaking tentatively, like she’s going to hurt my feelings. I sigh inwardly. I know, I know. My French is horrible, as always.
“So… you thought this device was for warming your feet? That’s interesting. I was thinking more in the direction of it charging your phone as you walk.”
Others in the class nod in agreement.
I look back at the picture to what is now clearly a cell phone attached to the boots. Oh.
Oh, so it wasn’t my French. I’m just the class freak.