Slips of the Tongue or The Beauty of English as a Second Language

Back story: Yesterday I was pulling a rack of clothing behind me at work, restocking the holes that had formed in the course of the week, when I ran the rack into my ankle. This happens often enough, but instead of just a super painful bruise from the bar, a screw tore a chunk of flesh from the back of my ankle. I bled, a lot. And six bandaids, a wad of gauze and a ruined show I pulled it together with three butterflies and went about the next five or so hours as best I could. I found those special blister bandaids and have used those to seal the mess.

Today I was working my job and at this job I have to wear pantyhose. Halfway through the day my ankle is leaking through its seal so I tell one of the ladies I work with. I tell her the back story and she says

What, were you trying to screw yourself?

I'm always afraid hablar Español  because I have horrid slip ups. Admittedly, I cannot put enough words together to form anything as funny as this slip up.  But my Indian coworker has been in the US for ten or so years and her English is nearly impeccable. But the slang things they're always harder. So I had a bit of a giggle at her expense. She was kind enough to laugh along with me recognizing her blunder.

I'm jealous of her ability to speak fluently in more than one language. But I was not, as she said, trying to screw myself. I was merely trying to get my job done so I could go home. And I got a seepy wound. Seepy is  gross, grosser than everything else except for seepy green. We haven't gotten to green seepy yet. Though if we do I'll take a picture and share it with you.