My dentist here in Portugal is German.
The dental technician is German and her assistant is German.
My supa-doopa filigree tongue to palate maximiser that is being created out here has been causing problems.
The dentist, having spent some time in my mouth, decided to send me to the technician to get her opinion. She then rummaged around a bit. Her assistant, entering the fray, got involved with gusto.
I’m not sure what the outcome will be, as information was imparted in German, Portuguese and a smattering of English. I think they understood me though.
Post script – why, oh why, do people who have their fingers in your mouth always ask awkward questions and then appear slightly ratty when you say “Um ssshr tharsh shamaddy shsshh.”? Honestly, I was doing my best with the accent.
