They think I talk too much.

Italians keep stopping me on the street to ask for directions. Of course, they are disappointed when I tell 'em I don't understand. Because I speak so little Italian. I tell my Italian true love that they mistake me for an Italian gentleman. Because I look so suave and debonair. Seems that some of us have it, and others don't. I like to think that I fit in almost any place on Earth. Now if I could speak every language, that would be a plus. I'd fit in even more. But not everyone would like that. Because they think I talk too much already. --Jim Broede