Your Waitstaff Know What You’re Saying

, , , , | Working | November 10, 2017

(I don’t exactly know why, but I have the ability to pick up languages. I can’t speak them well, but it’s not hard for me to figure out what people are talking about in any language. As a teenager, I work in a restaurant for some Albanians who always do the very mafia-type thing where they sit around smoking and drinking coffee for most of the day.)

Owner’s Friend: *in Albanian* “Girl, get me coffee!”

(I automatically go and fill their coffee. I am obviously zoned out in my own little world because, when I put the pot back and turn around, the owners, the friends, and the oldest son working at the time are staring at me, slack-jawed.)

Me: “What?”

Son: “What did he just say to you?”

Me: “’Get me coffee.’ He could say, ‘please,’ sometimes, you know.”

Son: “That wasn’t in English. What else have you understood?”

Me: “I don’t know.”

(From then on they made a game of telling me things or asking me to do things in Albanian to see if I understood or not. Turns out I could understand a lot, so coffee time happened less and less during my shifts, and most of the town thought I was one of the owner’s daughters. I just moved back into town after 15 years and people that remember me keep giving me condolences over the loss of my father.)

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