Everyone in the store at this moment was Caucasian, and none speak *fluent* Spanish.
I am ringing up a customer in her 60s who asks for cigarettes. I look at my coworker by the case of cigarettes, to see if he will get them for my customer.
Me: Por favor.
Customer: Oh, parlez-vous francais!
Me: o.O Uh, no, that’s Spanish. French would be s’il vous plait.
Customer: I’m really getting old!
How you could mix up such different languages is beyond me.
I work at a fast food restaurant famous for serving chicken sandwiches. This particular customer was at the drive-thru.
Customer: The #1…is that chicken??
Me: *company name*, how can I help you today?
Caller: You speak in Spanish?
Me: I’m sorry, sir, I don’t speak Spanish.
Caller: You should speak in Spanish.
Me: Lo siento, no hablamos en Espanol. (all the Spanish I know)
Caller: You should speak in Spanish!
Me: I’m sorry, sir, I do not speak Spanish.
Caller: What the f*ck…
Me: Was there something I could help you wi-
Caller: You should speak in Spanish!! Hold on!
*Puts me on hold, dials the number for the FCC, their automated system greeting plays, he hangs up*
*My supervisor had not been listening in on the call but could tell I was confused*
Supervisor: What was that all about?
Me: I think I should learn Spanish.