Schmoking.

A couple of nights ago, a woman stopped me by the art books, and started, quite frantically, to ask a series of questions. I stood and stared at her blankly. She then added wild gesticulation to the mix, and seemed genuinely surprised to be getting no response at all. She stopped for a moment, sighed, and then said: "I'm sorry, I was speaking Dutch, wasn't I?"

Yes. Yes, you were.