BE… *claps* …KINDER… *claps* …JERK!
I’m from a rural area in Catalunya, Spain. My native languages are Catalan and Spanish, but until I was around eighteen years old, I barely used Spanish outside of school, so my Spanish accent is… let’s say weird. Now, knowing that, imagine my English accent. It’s not that I don’t want to do it better; it’s just that I can’t. But still, I can talk to people, and they pretty much understand me.
I used to work as a waiter in a “fancy” but pretty much always empty restaurant in my town. We used to have clients from all over, and I was the only one who could speak enough English, so I’d be the one taking their orders. I was quite happy to do that because I got to practice and most of the people were great.
One day, an American woman showed up with her son; I guess he was around sixteen or so. From the moment she first heard me talk, the woman put on a weird face, but I tried my best. After a while, she said:
Woman: “Excuse me, could you speak better English? Your English is weirding my son out.”
Son: “Mom, please!” *Looks at me* “I’m sorry, it’s not.” *Looks at her* “Let him do his job.”
Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, that’s my English. I would need to practice a lot so I could change my accent.”
Woman: “But you have to know better so you can talk to us.”
Me: “Excuse me? I’m sorry I don’t have a better accent, but I’m trying my best.”
And then, the moment everyone was waiting for:
Woman: “Let me speak to your manager!”
I went to get him, knowing the poor dude wouldn’t understand half of what she said.
Boss: “Can I help you?”
Woman: “Your employee won’t speak better English to us!”
My boss looked at me, confused, and I translated it for him.
Woman: “WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHAT ARE YOU TELLING HIM?”
Boss: “I can’t help you, sorry. He has the best English. I leave you with him. Sorry.” *To me, quietly* “If she continues like this, let her write a complaint and let her leave.”
Then, he went back to the kitchen.
Woman: “WHERE IS HE GOING? WHY IS HE LEAVING? WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM? YOU JUST NEEDED TO SPEAK BETTER ENGLISH AND THIS WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED!”
Me: “Lady, I told you. I can’t speak better English.”
Woman: “I…” *claps* “…demand…” *claps* “…you…” *claps* “…speak…” *claps* “…better…” *claps* “…English!” *claps*
Me: *Pissed off* “LADY! I told you! I…” *claps* “…can’t…” *claps* “…speak…” *claps* “…better *claps* “…English!” *claps* “And now I need you to leave.”
Her son laughed a little bit, and then the woman grabbed her things and her son and left, yelling not very nice things, insisting that she wasn’t paying and that she would sue us, and blah, blah, blah. Nothing ever happened.
That was it. Our boss never cared about what happened; we got to eat what we didn’t serve them and we had an anecdote to tell the other waiters.