I've always been envious of people who speak and understand multiple languages. Not because it might give me an edge in the business world or so that I can teach English to those who have just arrived in America. Neh. My reasons are much more shallow. Drives me nuts that these three French guys get together in the cafeteria here at work popping fresh fruit in their mouthes and speaking French. Their conversation is completely shielded by the fact that no one else knows what the hell they're saying. They must love that. What are they saying? Dammit, I need to know!
Back at my desk, I realize I do speak another language. I speak diabetes and not everyone knows it. I'm undercover.
One woman, about three cubicles to my left, mentions something about a diabetic pie, to which the woman next to her jokingly says ...
"What's it made with insulin needles inside?"
They all have a good laugh and then the joke is repeated to another woman just getting off the phone.
Why are they even talking about a diabetic pie? Maybe one of them has diabetes? Do your ears prick up like mine when someone mentions diabetes in a non-diabetes environment?
I must investigate.
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