Unfiltered Story #27959
I am driving somewhere with one of my friends (a native Newarkian) in the passenger seat. We are stopped at a red light when a panhandler comes up to the car. The windows are down because it’s quite warm and my AC isn’t working all that well.
Panhandler: Kin I git uh dollah (can I get a dollar)?
Me: Béarla? Ní thuigim. Gaeilge, le do thoil? (pronunciation: BARE-la? Ni higgim-ta. Gale-guh, lay duh hull?)
Panhandler: Huh?
Me: Gaeilge?
I smile at him uncomprehendingly, and the panhandler wanders off. The light turns green, and we leave.
Friend (looking at me like I’m crazy): What did you just say to him? What language was that?
Me: It was Irish. My grandfather taught me a few words and useful phrases. I told him I didn’t speak English and asked if he could please speak Irish.
Friend: Since when do you speak Irish?
Me: I don’t. I just know a few useful phrases.
Friend: *laughing* I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before.
Question of the Week
Tell us your story about a customer who couldn't understand the most simple concept.