me: excuse me. i am looking for something that is [gibberish] and comes from a bzzzzz.
the grocer stares blankly.
me: i don't know the word exactly, but it is dirty and it's a product that comes from something that says bzzzzzz.
grocer 1: limpieza de aerosol?
i stare, making a half-hearted wing flutter gesture.
me: yes. i think, yes.
grocer 1: aisle 4.
me: thank you!
when i got to aisle 4 - the cleaning supplies - i knew something had gone seriously awry. so i approached grocer 2.
me: excuse me. i am looking for something that is like [gibberish] but is a liquid. and it comes from an insect that goes bzzzzzz.
i make a wing fluttering gesture as i buzz. grocer 2 tries, unsuccessfully, to stifle a laugh.
me: haha. yeah, ummm...it's a liquid that is [gibberish] like [gibberish] and is a product of an insect that goes bzzzzz.
i am flapping more fiercely. grocer 2 laughs openly.
grocer 2: hmmm...
grocer 2: una abeja?
me: i'm not sure. in english it's called honey.
grocer 2: i don't speak english.
me: right. well...it comes from an insect that is yellow and black...
grocer 2: miel?
me: i'm not sure.
grocer 2: follow me.
grocer 2 leads me to aisle 7 and presents me with a selection of honeys.
grocer 2: (confidently) miel.
grocer 2: miel de abeja.
me: miel de...gracias!
grocer 2: (chuckling) no problem.
me: thank you. very very much. miel. miel. miel. thank you.
turns out the best recipe for conversational success is a wicked appetite, a strong dose of shamelessness, and a dash of charades.