I used to go to northern Quebec province in Canada numerous times on family fishing trips. Being that French was the official language of the province, I made a concerted effort to go back to school and re-learn French. Even though my ability with the language was not the best, it seemed to elicit a fair amount of respect from the locals
Part of the fun of learning another language is being able to razz the locals in their own language. One day in fishing camp I was on a cabin porch with 2 of my uncles. All of a sudden a young lady came out of the camp office building carrying a mop. I had met her before and knew she worked at the camp and spoke little, if any, English. She proceeded to go down to the lake and starting dunking the mop in the lake. This was too good to pass up, so in my best college French I called out, "Hey, nous boisson cette eau (Hey, we drink that water)!" She laughed and went back to the office, so I was pretty sure she understood me.