That's the problem with learning languages in school. I once found myself on an all-night train through the Francophone parts of Canada in the course of which a drunk pulled my and my companions' rucksacks from the rack onto our heads, gurned at us drunkenly for a bit and passed on down the carriage. The only word for what I felt when the (not in the least bilingual) steward arrived was "ivresse" and it didn't help.
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Date: 2015-09-04 08:26 pm (UTC)