I’ll never understand Japanese counter words, I swore, as I cleaned up after dinner.
They’re just so arbitrary, I complained, as I put away the long slender utensils in the top drawer.
How could the purpose of a thing affect its noun class?, I muttered, as I put the mixer and blender back into the appliance cupboard.
Why would the language be like that?, I grumbled, as I filed the flat thin recipe book in its spot on the bookshelf.
The concept was alien to me.