Wenn ich nur mehr Zeit hätte...

It was like the sneeches all over again, I swear it, girls in red vests and boys in dark blue, at my neighborhood grocery store back in Fayetteville. There were a couple of cute ones in do-rags, but I was too busy figuring out the cash register to do anything about it. In the back of the store where the produce and florist used to be I sat with a guy about my age and way more white trash who spoke Spanish to me, and too quickly for me to understand. I never reckoned he was actually speaking Spanish. White trash gringo after all.
In the movie theater there were German students in front and back of me, taking up entire rows themselves. I, in the row between, figured out pretty quickly they were German and asked what program they were part of. GAPP, the same as I. I spoke to those behind me about where I lived in Germany, but it turned out he was asking about which bands I'd been in. "Zehlendof" is not an appropriate answer, I discovered. I tried to get a comment in, starting and stopping several times as I realized the speaker hadn't finished, over and over again until finally I got in my two cents - wenn ich nur mehr Zeit hätte...