Lest you think it's my DNA alone you need to be queasy about, let me share the time we were on some trip, out and about in Germany, and we suddenly found ourselves out of our new most prized possession, disposable diapers. Drat!
So we pulled up to what was obviously some kind of little store in this little village and Dad got out of our little car to go and make a little purchase. Catch was, he had no idea how to say diapers in anything but English. So a little while later, I saw him come out of that store, convulsing in laughter, followed by two German fraus, who weren't laughing at all. They came to the car and he pointed to you. Grins broke out on their faces, and they all went back into the store. When he came out again, with the coveted diapers for you, he explained that he had been getting nowhere trying to get across to them what he needed. When he pointed to his nether regions to try and show them, they became rather disconcerted, if not downright alarmed. Somehow he managed to get them to come outside with him, despite their being irate. Charades don't always guarantee a winner. All's well that ends well though, and fortunately it ended well for your end.
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