Reason 2: Languages, and all that comes with them

"Yeash!, isn't that like, the third job you've screwed up over the past year, Max?" James, one of Max's few friends was sharing a drink with him at the local bar. They came to drink here a couple of times every month. The reason that they were able to afford to drink, despite both having dry wallets, was that the owner of the pub were James's uncle. "What about it!, I'm a pretty boy... So it's okay!!"

James simply stared at Max for a couple of seconds, without any kind of emotion on his face. Then, he grabbed on to Max's shoulder and a single tear ran down his cheek. "Stay strong Max, stay strong..." Max got a confused look, but it was soon replaced by anger, "Are you making fun of me!?" James tightened his grip around Max's shoulder, "just because Jasmin left you doesn't mean it's over, there's plenty of fish in the sea" "Okay, your starting to annoy me"

Max had dark brown and naturally wavy hair, this made it nearly impossible for him to fix it, although he believed it had a small charm to it, he was naive. His eyes were sky blue and that's about all you need to know. The friend sitting next to him had straight blond hair and grassy green eyes. James's uncle, who was currently coming towards them was bald, that's all you need to know.

You young'uns, enjoying life to the fullest, without a care in the world. I'm truly jealous, you know when I was your age, I had already started working at my old man's bar. That sly brother of mine had instead moved to Scandinavia during that time to study. I swear, he simply did it to escape!" James started to seem a bit uneasy, hey!, that's my dad you're talking about" His uncle, who's name was Thomas, met James's eyes with an emotionless expression, "I know..." That's all he said, then Thomas started slowly walking away from them. When he had walked for about ten seconds, without uttering a word, he turned around and stared at James, then he continued walking. Max and James both acknowledged what had happened and tried their best to move on.

"Where will you work now then?", Max started thinking intensely and James noticed this, "wow!, he's really serious about this", he thought. Then Max gave James an intense look and started to speak, "the truth is... I have no idea..." a single tear, once again, flowed down James's cheek.

They were walking home from the pub, still keeping each other company. It was late at night but fortunately they were both pretty much sober, since they couldn't really afford more than one drink back at the bar. "You know..." it was James who had begun speaking, "I've heard that it's pretty common that people get robbed in this area" Max stared at his friend with a disappointed look, "if you want to scare me, you're going to have and try a lot harder" James got an irritated look, "it's true you know, Otto got robbed here"

Max made a sceptical expression, "and you believed him?" James got a little offended by that comment, "so just because he's German, means he's a liar?!" Now Max got offended, What!?, how did you reach that conclusion?" James continued on, as if what his friend had just said hadn't reached him," you typical German haters, always blaming the German's for everything, not every German is an Adolf you know!" Max didn't know what to say he was stunned, although, he still responded, "w-what!?, how am I a German hater, and by the way, you're the hater here, just because someone's name is Adolf, doesn't mean that their striving for world domination!" Suddenly, they heard a loud yelling behind them, "Halt die Klappe und gib mir dein Geld!"

Max stood still and acted as if nothing had happened, "haha..., for a second there, I thought I heard an angry German yell behind me, as if that would eve-" "Halt die Klappe und gib mir dein Geld!" Max still didn't hear anything, everything was totally fine, there was no German behind them. "Aah!, he's got a knife, I'm sure his name is Adolf..." Max slowly turned his head over to his friend, but chose to say nothing. "Halt die Klappe und gib mir dein Geld!", the apparent German man was slowly making his way to them, in his left hand he held what appeared to be your regular kitchen knife. He was wearing a ski mask and looked like the most cliche robber ever.

"Halt die Klappe und gib mir dein Geld!" Max started to notice something strange, wasn't he just repeating the same phrase over and over again? "Hey, are you really German?" The man got a confused look in his eyes and answered, "Halt die Klappe und gib mir dein Geld?" Now Max was sure, "wait a minute, you only changed the exclamation mark to a question mark!" The "German" man still appeared confused, "of course he's German, do you think he would be speaking German if he wasn't a German?!" It was James who had butted in, "I'm so sorry for my friends behavior, just between you and me, he can be really culturally insensitive..." James whispered the last part, but it didn't make a difference. "Yo amo el sól!" That wasn't even German anymore but Max didn't notice any changes in James expression. "Haha, I totally agree!"It was too late for James, Max decided.

He didn't understand the situation at hand, were they getting robbed?, or was this a lesson in different languages? "現在,給我你的錢城市男孩", the "German" uttered. Max looked at the robber, dead inside. Then he turned his glance over to his friend, he still had a big innocent smile on his face, Max was left empty for words and seceded to try and figure out the situation entirely.

The robber approached him with the knife pointed towards him. It didn't matter anymore, he pulled out his wallet and handed it over. The German got a pleasant look in his eyes, but it faded as soon as he opened the wallet. The only content it had was tons and tons of coupons from the supermarket. He threw the wallet to the ground and spit on it. "Max didn't mean anything bad by it, he's just poor, please don't stab him" The German glanced over to James and uttered the words, "damn racist..." Then he walked away and when he had gotten a bit of distance between them, he spit one more time and walked out of their view. James stood still, he still had that big smile on his face, but that was simply because he didn't know how to react." Yeah, you're right, Otto must have lied..." that's the words which escaped James's mouth. "Yeah...", Max responded, then they continued their walk home.