Being Trilingual Is Such A Burden Sometimes
I am the somewhat stupid customer here. It’s a Sunday morning and I’m browsing a baked goods stall for breakfast. I’m on this island unexpectedly because there were rough seas and our ship had to divert to a different port, so I’m still adjusting.
Me: “I’d like twelve of the beignets with cheese.”
Merchant: “The beignets. You want twelve for six Euros?”
Me: *Suddenly in Italian* “Yes, for six.”
Merchant: *In French* “Pardon?”
Me: *Laughing, speaking in French* “I’m sorry. I just arrived from Italy and still think in their language.”
Merchant: *Laughing* “I thought you were American.”
Me: “Oh, I am. I’m just very confused today.”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?