I’m barely scraping by with English, and even pig latin makes me feel way over my ead-hay. This might all stem from my family’s use of Yiddish in the household when I was growing up. This was because no one knew enough French to realize how abysmal my French skills were. And so my coworkers would flock to my cubicle when I phoned the CBC and, in French, requested a studio. The French Canadian technician on the other end was always nothing but patient.

Source: National Post September 19, 2016 19:41 UTC