Spicy Sausage

"Spicy sausage," I said to the girl.
She came back with the hot-dog about 30 seconds later. She was quick, efficient and busy.
"Four pounds," she said.
I was at a stall in Winter Wonderland, in Hyde Park. There was a German theme. I’m not sure if she was German because we only exchanged four words. And she wasn't in lederhosen, say anything about being in Moscow by Christmas , or win on penalties either.
I ate my dog and watched families walk by.
Later that evening, as Sunday died, I thought back to that moment. I realised that those were the only two words that I had said all day. I speak three languages and I only said two words all day.
Spicy sausage.
Honestly, with my education, I could've picked two more exciting words to use. I should've said something like "bratwurst piquant" or "fiery frankfurter." Or I could have just said "quantum solace" because that sounds smart.