Sunday was a holiday here in the Czech Republic.
It was Saint Wenceslas Day.
So how did I celebrate?
I stood in a long line.
Open Day
Prague is famous for its beautiful buildings.
But most of them, you can only admire from the outside.
Except, once or twice a year, there are special days where these buildings are open to the public.
Sunday the building where the prime minister works was open.
He wasn’t there, but he was kind enough to leave the door unlocked for us peasants to wander in.
As my friends and I were waiting in line to enter, one of the staff members made an announcement.
She made it in Czech.
Then she asked if anyone needed to hear it in English.
I raised my hand, so she walked over to me to give me my private English translation.
But before she spoke, she did something I don’t recommend you do.
She apologized.
She said, Sorry for my English.
And can you guess what happened next?
My friends and I listen for mistakes.
We didn’t hear any.
But that’s what happens when you apologize for your English.
You tell everyone, Hey, don’t listen to me; listen to my mistakes!
And do you really want that?
Mr Vig, did you try to write a book? You see interesting things