Fluent In English And Jerk, Part 2
I’m a photographer at a popular tourist attraction. When you come in, you get a free photo included with your ticket in front of a green screen and you can pick from several backgrounds later.
It is early 2022, and a lot of people skip the photo because they “don’t want to take a picture in a mask”’ It’s cool if they politely continue, but a lot of people make rude remarks, roll their eyes, etc. as if I, a nineteen-year-old girl, have made the mask mandate or something.
A large group of Eastern European people have come in. I recognize the language immediately because my mom is from the same country and speaks it fluently. She only ever taught me some basic words, but that’s a different story.
The group isn’t social distancing at all, not giving the group in front of them any space, and they’re not interested in a photo so they’re trying to walk past.
Me: “Please can you wait until the next group has passed.”
They start rolling their eyes and I could feel it in my bones that they were saying nasty things about us. So, I look over at my coworker and say perfectly fluent in their language:
Me: “I want ice cream.”
They all look at me as if they are about to s*** their pants. Knowing that they thought I understood everything they said about me was more than enough to make me happy, I didn’t need to know what they actually said.
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