I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 35

I’ve recently returned home from Spain after studying abroad for a year. It’s a couple of days after getting home, and I’m out shopping for my parents since I’m staying with them until I can get an apartment. I’m browsing the bread, deciding between brands and types. I hear a woman talking, but I assume she’s talking on the phone, so I’m not paying much attention. Suddenly, she’s at my ear.

Customer: “I SAID, DO YOU KNOW IF THEY HAVE HONEY-WHEAT BREAD?!”

I jump, then automatically go to Spanish, as it has been my life for the past year.

Me: “¿Perdón? No trabajo aquí.” *Sorry? I don’t work here.*

Customer: “UGH! Typical! D***ed immigrants not learning English before coming here!”

I catch myself and remember to go back to English.

Me: “Lady, I was born five miles away and except for the past year, I’ve lived in this city my entire life. And during that year, I’ve been studying abroad. If you have an inventory question, I suggest you ask an employee!”

I grabbed my bread and turned my back on her, walking away.

Related:
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 34
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 33
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 32
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 31
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 30