¡No hablo español!

First things first: I do not speak Spanish. I have never been to a country where the official language is Spanish. This story actually happened a while ago, but I tried to blog it and Blogger decided it would be fun to delete it. So this was a while ago and the story wasn’t completely accurate to begin with so this should be FUN!!!
The International Student Union had an ice cream social at school a couple of weeks ago to try and attract attention to the group. I got there early and ate all my ice cream. By the time I finished, all of my friends had left in order to make it to their club meeting. I didn’t want to leave by myself because there can be some creepy people around any college campus after dark, so I asked Alex if I could help out and if he could walk me back to my residence hall afterwards. He said yes and gave me my assignment. Since he was scooping ice cream, I could take over his job, explaining about his native country. I knew a little bit of basic information so I agreed. When I got there, the other student from South America went over and helped Alex scoop ice cream…leaving me all alone to explain about the countries of South America, a continent I have never visited, seen a few times in pictures and know very little about. I did my best to answer any questions that came to me…including:

Guy: So have you ever been to a cock fight?
Me: No.
Guy: Really, or are you just not suppoised to talk about it?
Me: I’m from Ann Arbor.

And…

Person: Was this chicken ever alive?
Me: No, it’s made of plastic, his name is Margot.
Person: MARGOT??? WHAT???
Me: I don’t know, you can ask his owner. He’s the short guy scooping ice cream.

I also got asked if I was from South America because someone heard me speak and thought I had an accent. This is not the first time this has happened. When I was in England, my family went to a restaurant and I said one word and was asked “Where in Scotland are you from?” I just tend to adopt accents when I am around people. It is kind of scary.