I had to have this T.
So I told Tony my brother was an ‘eendenkooiker’.
Yeah, try to find a good translation for that word yourself.
Duck decoy keeper?
I thought I sounded quite stupid myself at that moment.
Then I told Tony that I had a huge collection of beershirts.
Didn’t help either.
He liked my stories though.
I said to him: Shall we shop shirts?
That he understood.