Miscommunication

Tina and I were sitting at a Rybnik bar when her neighbor, James, walked in with his new Polish girlfriend.

Introductions were made and miscommunication ensued:

Polish gf: Do you teach in Rybnik as well?

Me: No, I'm kind of a hobo at the moment.

Polish gf:  A homo?

She looked startled.

Me: No, no a hobo.

Polish gf: Homo?

Her facial expression went from confused to concerned.

Me: Uhhh, HOBO. You know...traveling....visiting Tina...sleeping on her couch....mooching....

She looked at James for assistance. He offered nothing and ushered her away.

Hmmp. Oh well.