...and not all of them well!
Two things have happened to me in the past week that I have decided to post about. They are both about the English language. I am in America, and I have traveled to many foreign lands. And when I'm there I respect those that speak the native tongue. For example, in September I was in Iceland. I learned a few Icelandic phrases but really did not use them. I treated the non-English speakers with respect. And in return, I was treated with a great deal of respect.
Many of my co-workers do not have English as their first language. Again, we treat each other with respect.
So here are the two things. I was in my town where I have lived for 11 years and I was spending some time downtown (on the other side of the tracks). I walked into a shop looking for some Easter treats. A woman walked up to me not speaking English (the shop owner). I said hello and she turned her back on me and walked away. In my f-ing town where I pay taxes and support the schools that I don't even have children in. I do volunteer work to help the people of my town. And bottom line: I treat them with respect. I pretended to browse for a few more minutes and left the shop empty handed. My money is not good in a shop in my own town where the shop owner can not speak to me in the language of the USA. I'm sorry, but I was disgusted. If I was in her homeland I would have treated her with respect. I'm a good hard working honest person.
And today I ordered pizza from a chain. It's not a national chain mind you but a huge chain anyways.I used my husband's name when ordering. I said "Tyler" She thought I said "Karen". I spelled the name, I said it one letter at a time, and 6 minutes later she still did not have it right. My husband just watched me ordering on the phone and said "you've got to be kidding me!"
I went to pick up my pizza and said to the woman behind the counter "Oh my god, you speak English" She looked at me and said "Oh, sorry about that, she left for the night." I replied, "I hope I did not scare her away." She asked, "What name did you give" Me: "I gave Tyler but she thought I said Karen."
Can someone please explain to me why if I lived in Germany, Spain, South America, or Africa just to name a few...if only for a year...I would LEARN the language out of RESPECT. Please explain. Because I'm about to flip out about this one folks. I feel like a minority in my own town right now.
My great grandparents (from Russia) would never have even considered not learning the language to better serve their LOYAL american customers in their candy store. The store that went on to last for years and years (up until about 2000).
What is going on?
And our great neighbors to the north are looking pretty good right about now. "Bonjour!"