I think it’s an unwritten rule that when you tell someone that you speak a language, they will always ask you to “say something!” Being the sarcastic so-and-so that I am, my answer is almost exclusively “etwas.” When they ask what I said, I tell them “something.” And soon the joy of “let me hear you speak this language” drops from their eyes. It’s a bit sad but hey, don’t just ask me to “say something,” come up with something for me to say!
German, also, seems to make people make angry hissing noises. What are you doing? Oh I’m speaking German, they’re always angry! Please, no.
It’s a pretty funny language overall as well, like people’s names regularly translate to bizarre things. For instance, the other day I was watching Wimbledon with Lou and it was Djokovic vs Kohlschreiber. Schreiber means writer and kohlstift is pencil, so I figured it kind of weirdly translated to pencil. Philipp Pencil. And then there’s the football player, Bastian Schweinsteiger, which kind of translates to pig farmer.
I moved back to the UK from Germany in 2004, and in my school the only teacher who taught GCSE German left in the middle of the course, so I had to take up Spanish. But it means I haven’t really been able to practice German since I left. I throw some random words in there every now and again when I’m talking to my family but I need to find a German speaking friend to practice with!