As I was removing my pre-washed spinach from its bag for my twice-yearly salad, something made me stop. My subconscious was trying to tell me something. Except it was in Spanish, so I couldn’t really understand it.
Quickly, I plugged the message into Google, which translated Spanish into Google. I plugged that into Babel Fish which translated Google into Babel, so on and so forth a few more times, until it ended up in Ugandan, in which, fortunately, I’m fluent. Here’s what my subconscious said (it’s a man, by the way):