Let’s Talk Turkey, People
I live in a French part of Canada, but I studied the language with a teacher from France, so my foreign accent does not always make sense for them. I’m hungry, and I go to this fast food chain to order a sandwich. All this conversation goes on in French.
Me: “Hi, I’d like a grilled cheese with turkey.”
Cashier: “A grilled cheese with what?”
She doesn’t understand the French word for turkey, “Dinde,” which I pronounce “Dand,” and I later learn that she expects “Deind.”
Me: “Turkey.”
Cashier: “Sorry, sir, a grilled sandwich with what?”
Me: “Turkey.”
Cashier: “I don’t understand.”
Me: “You have grilled cheese with two options, correct? One is with bacon, and the other one is…?”
Cashier: “…?”
Me: “Okay, it’s a big bird like this, and we eat it during Christmas.”
The cashier pauses, imagining who would eat a big bird during Christmas.
Cashier: “I’ll call my supervisor; hang on.”
Superior: “What do you want, sir?”
Me: “I want a grilled cheese with turkey.”
The superior thinks for an uncomfortably long time.
Superior: “Ohhh! Turkey! He wants turkey!”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
