Spanish never came easily to my sister. Still, she did her best to communicate with the Spanish-speaking staff at the restaurant she managed. But when she made mistakes—and she made a lot—she’d apologize by saying, "Me estúpido."
Finally, a staffer took pity on her. "Susanna, you’re not estúpido," she said, bucking up my sister’s ego. "You are a woman," she continued. "So you are estúpida."