Sometimes, people come up to my desk and start talking to me in a language that I do not speak.  And sometimes, the people refuse to allow me to call an interpreter, and they  insist on talking louder in the language that I do not speak.  This leads to great confusion.  And sometimes, that confusion is compounded when a messenger arrives with flowers and candy from my honey, and I don't know whether to feel the happy surprise from the love-gifts, or the panicky distress from the mystery-yellers.