Filling the whine void

Sometimes I have bad Spanish days. Every once in a while I have good Spanish days or, at least, not-bad Spanish days. Today was specifically a bad accent day. My accent is not usually good, but it's usually adequate enough that people understand what words I'm trying to say. Not today. At lunch I wanted tortilla as a first course. It was one of only about five options, and the only one that started with t. It's a common word here, and I say it a lot. But my waitress was having none of it. I had to repeat myself three times and still she acted like she really had to concentrate to understand. (It's true that I'm still not very good with r's in Spanish; it's also true that some people are assholes.) At dinner I epically failed at saying the word three, as in "make it three beers" after my two friends had each ordered one. Damn internal r's. Damn gringo tongue.

Now that I have less work-related stuff to whine about, I think I'm getting whinier about my bad Spanish.