I speak Angry Czech....

So I'm pretty sure that I speak Angry Czech... Two examples:
1) One night before we were going out, Rachel W, Darren, and I were dancing around and singing a stupid song like Total Eclipse of the Heart. I take that back.. It's a classic... Anyhoo, I failed to mention that we were in the lobby of our dorm, twirling around and singing our hearts out. Suddenly, the lady at the front desk (one I ALWAYS say Dobry Den to, mind you) SLAMMED down her hand on her desk and yelled at us in Czech. We stopped singing... I translated her obscenities to our group and we left.
2) On the train to Kromeriz yesterday, I was super tired and had my feet propped up on the bench. The woman who czechs train tickets came up to our group, pointed to me, and loudly had a discussion. I immediately sat the correct way. Our guide turned to me, smiled, and asked if I understood what she said. Of course I did! I speak angry Czech!
At this point, my confidence in my angry Czech translation is pretty high. We were walking around Kromeriz and our guide pointed out a church to our group. So did this "Angry Czech" guy walking along the street. I couldn't help but attempt a translation in my head about what the man was yelling, pointing to the church as he spoke. When we were heading to our next site, I asked our guide what the man was yelling about. This is where my confidence takes a downward spiral. Apparently, he was telling about the church and how important it was... Dangit! I guess I still have 39 days to work on my angry Czech! :)