A few days ago, here in Hong Kong, I had the worst language exchange of my life.
By all accounts, it was terrible.
I walked out at the end feeling thoroughly depressed… an unfortunate mood that took me a couple of days to snap out of.
But it wasn’t the fact I wasted half my day that got to me.
Nor the fact my language partner basically got a free 2-hour English lesson out of me.
It wasn’t even the fact that this whole experience cost me around US $20 (after metro tickets and a couple of coffees).
What got to me was that this happened in the first place.
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