I had a neighbor once who spoke Dutch.

“Hey, Gunnar,” I would yell, “say something in Dutch?”

“For the fiftieth time, my name is not Gunnar and I don’t speak Dutch!”

“Okay, okay. No need to be an ass about it.”

Such a shy guy. It’s a shame he didn’t stay for very long, our neighborhood could really use some diversity.

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