After an unsatisfactory couple of weeks in the world of fast food: poor service, incorrect orders, double charges, surly employees…I’ve concluded that Covid has left its mark. Whether or not he and I should have ventured into the world of fast food in the first place, is a post for another day. Feel free to judge.
This afternoon on our way home, after another bad experience…he reached his limit. As we sat in the drive through at the pharmacy he decided suddenly that ‘No hablo ingles’ was the way to go. He drove so I had to lean over to shout the order through the window in English. ‘No hablo ingles’ he repeated. The clerk looked thoroughly confused. I followed through with clarification and with changing our card on file at the pharmacy as required and he chirped happily and stubbornly, ‘No hablo ingles’.
The clerk looked questioningly at me and I smiled back at her and nodded and responded in English. We accomplished the process of picking up our purchase. Just before he shifted the car into drive and rolled up the window he looked one last time at the hapless employee and stated firmly, ‘No hablo ingles’.
We drove off and laughed and laughed.
Feel free to judge…
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