Stopped at Kasia’s Bakery in New Britain and brought Polish baked treats to the staff at my mom’s care facility. The woman behind the counter didn’t have much English, and I have even less Polish, but we managed to put an order together anyway. Smiling and pointing works pretty well.
I did manage a “dziękuję” for “thank you,” one of the last remnants of the four YEARS of Polish I took in elementary school at Holy Cross (I was close to fluent once upon a time, but if you don’t use it, you lose it). The man behind me in the line was charmed and amused, beaming while he said, “Bardzo dobrze!” — I’m pretty sure that means “good job!”
I try. 
