This happened to my mum at a drycleaner in New Jersey.
This was a fairly tony neighborhood and I'm pretty sure that most of the customers this drycleaner had were complete and utter boors, if not SC's. (My mum did not speak kindly of her neighbors, being as she was from somewhat humbler stock and despising those who didn't notice that they were on the HOV lane to financial security.)
The clerks had probably gotten into the habit of speaking rudely about the customers in Spanish as a way of blowing off steam. Unfortunately, my mother understood just enough Spanish to tell them that she understood just enough Spanish to know what they were saying, and would take her business elsewhere. She told me that that she wished she could have a photo of the "oh shit" looks on their faces to brighten the darker moments in her life. I told her that those clerks were probably wondering how many other customers they'd had who spoke Spanish who had left the shop in a huff.
Love, Who?
This was a fairly tony neighborhood and I'm pretty sure that most of the customers this drycleaner had were complete and utter boors, if not SC's. (My mum did not speak kindly of her neighbors, being as she was from somewhat humbler stock and despising those who didn't notice that they were on the HOV lane to financial security.)
The clerks had probably gotten into the habit of speaking rudely about the customers in Spanish as a way of blowing off steam. Unfortunately, my mother understood just enough Spanish to tell them that she understood just enough Spanish to know what they were saying, and would take her business elsewhere. She told me that that she wished she could have a photo of the "oh shit" looks on their faces to brighten the darker moments in her life. I told her that those clerks were probably wondering how many other customers they'd had who spoke Spanish who had left the shop in a huff.
Love, Who?
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