Returning to my room in the afternoon, I discovered my key card did not work. I walked down the five flights of stairs (having just walked up) to the front desk where I told the manager, “My key card is not working.” She said, “No problem, sir.” Then, making small talk she said, “You had lun already?” I leaned toward her and said, “I do not understand.” She said, “How do you say it? Lunch?” And she spoke the word clearly (In California style) putting emphasis on the “ch”. “Yes!” I said, “perfect, it is lunch. Very good I can undertand you well.” She had a big smile and handed back my reprogrammed key. As I rounded the corner out of view, I heard her saying over and over again, “Lunch. Lunch. Lunch.” My first English student.