A few days ago, some foreign cyclist passing through Cambridge stopped at the stockman to (assumedly) ask directions. The cyclist walked in and the linguistic exchange went something like this.
"Entschuldigung, koennen Sie Deutsch sprechen?" one asked.
There were blank stares around the room. Silence (which is not normal in the Stockman) prevailed.
The cyclist continued, "Excusez-moi, parlez vous Fracais?"
All around was totally silent.
"Hablan ustedes Espanol?" asked the cyclist.
He received nothing other than shrugs.
With one last attempt, the cyclist ask, "Parlare Italiano?"
Again the request was met with shrugs and blank stares. The cyclist left and there was silence for a few minutes. Clem then commented to Chester, "Maybe we should learn a foreign language."
"Why?" was Chester's retort, "He knew 4 languages and none of them helped him out!"