No Soccer, Just Computer. I love when the janitor guy, who stops by to take out our trash each night, tries to make conversation -- despite the fact he speaks but a lick of English, and I not a lick of Spanish. It's usually just painfully frustrating. A couple weeks ago, he was trying to say (or ask) something about my computer mouse. I had no idea. I could only shake my head, and motion with my hands, "I don't know..." But last night, we had a breakthrough. We were struggling for a while, but I finally deciphered "soccer." He was trying to tell me -- or ask me -- something about a soccer game between Mexico and America, I think. The score was 3 to 2. Anyway, I said "Sorry, me, no soccer." He said, "No soccer? Basketball?," as he made dribbling motion. I replied, "No, just computer," pointing to my machine. He found it very humorous that I was such a geek. As I was leaving the building, he saw me and laughed, "No soccer, just computing! Hahaha."