I took one or two semesters of German at Temple University while studying there in the 1980s. Unlike my French and Italian in high school, I recall very little of the language I’m sure I learned in college.
One phrase that stuck with me was “meine Jacke”.
The professor would act out whatever he was teaching us and I found it quite amusing when he said, “meine Jacke” while he gracefully stroked the lapels of his blazer.
It reminded me of how my father, once, during a heated game of Password, used the hand motion of playing with yo-yo and saying the word, “bob”. (The password was “yo yo”.) It caused a great ruckus, this illegal use of pantomime. The game quickly fell apart as the highly competitive McGlinchey family exchanged accusations of cheating and foul play.
My kids find it amusing, and a little odd, that the key phrase I remember is “meine Jacke.” I find it useful. I actually get to use it a lot when I can’t find “meine Jacke.”