Seriously, it's starting to annoy me that I don't know any Polish. I went grocery shopping today (which was, apparently, really stupid of me. I've never been in a grocery store that busy before; not even before a Tennessee snow storm) with a specific list of things to buy. I found most of them, but the things I wanted most — dill, and a can opener — were nowhere to be found. I couldn't tell where the spices were for a long time. Then, when I found a few, I realized I didn't know what dill was called. But I did something very ingenious: I went to the large seed packet display at the front of the store, found the picture that looked like dill, and tried to figure out which word on the front of the packet was the important one. (Turns out, it's "koperek.") Despite my best efforts, I still didn't find any dill. Now, this is Poland, so there's GOT to be some. I just didn't have any idea where else to look. Add to that the fact that I seemed to be the only one in the store willing to get out of anyone's way, and... well, I've never been so stressed grocery shopping in my life.
