There are days where my Spanish is quite acceptable. Last week we had Kevin and Christina over for dinner, and we spoke Spanish all the time. We also went to grab a bite after tango class with some of the other people in class, and we could join in the conversation just fine. Sure, I make a bunch of grammatical mistakes, and I should really spend some time on learning tenses, but overall it was ok.
And then there are days where it just doesn’t work out. This week I went to buy batteries, and asked “Tienes baterias triple-A ?” The guy looked at me without flinching and asked “baterias o pilas” ?
At least he had the decency to correct me in this way instead of sending me home with triple-A drum sets.