I dropped my wife off at the airport, but she insisted that I see her through the ticket line.
The line came to a SCREECHING halt when a woman stopped and stared at the computer terminals that you check in at FROM the velvet rope.
THE DREADED VELVET ROPE.
We stood there for 15 minutes. She wouldn't move forward. It's as if she was waiting for someone behind the counter to call "next please" which they don't do anymore. You check in at the terminal and THEN they call you up.
Eventually, someone walked through and said, "There's an empty terminal here, here and here." My wife then pointed and said, "Go ahead and use that one."
The guy in front of us finally pushed the lady out of the way and went to a terminal. The lady began cursing at that guy..... IN SPANISH.
You see, the terminals can be used in English or Spanish. But the main screen that tells you what they're for is in English with only a button that says "Espanol." CLEARLY not accomodating enough.
Ok. We're in an airpoirt. International flights coming in and out. It would be rather presumptious for me to expect everyone to speak English.
So after I drop off my wife, I got to the supermarket.
Publix has two express lanes. I'm in one and in the other is a lady with a cart that has so many groceries in it, the items are actually MOUNDED over the top. I'd have to say it was about a $200 grocery bill in that cart.
I just watched with a smile on my face thinking, "They can't POSSIBLY think they're going to get away with that."
After the entire conveyor belt was full, the clerk said to the shoppers, "You can't bring all of those groceries up here. This is an express lane."
"Que?"
"Express lane."
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"Express lane."
"Que."
"Express lane."
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"Express lane."
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"Express lane."
I just laughed.
What's funny is when I'm in Miami, EVERYTHING is in Spanish. I've been to a Publix, Walgreens and Home Depot on Flagler Blvd and ALL of them have ALL of their signs in Spanish. I get lost. I think I feel like what these Spanish speaking folks feel like when they're in my neck of the woods and everything is in English.
Funny thing is, I found it more amusing than frustrating. I knew what most of the words were, so I got by. Managed to score a sandwich and a 6-pack at Publix. Goody's headache powder was where it should be at the Walgreen and I do admit that finding where the 5MM bolts were at the Home Depot was a bit of a challenge, but Miami is 90% Spanish speaking. What did I expect?
I'm not going to say EVERYONE has to be fluent in English if they're going to live in America. That's pretty ignorant. America is a great melting pot and I would never change that for the world. But if you're going to go out into an English speaking world and don't at least have someone with you that can help you in your travels, something has to change. Because you're just pissing people off around you. 😉
The line came to a SCREECHING halt when a woman stopped and stared at the computer terminals that you check in at FROM the velvet rope.
THE DREADED VELVET ROPE.
We stood there for 15 minutes. She wouldn't move forward. It's as if she was waiting for someone behind the counter to call "next please" which they don't do anymore. You check in at the terminal and THEN they call you up.
Eventually, someone walked through and said, "There's an empty terminal here, here and here." My wife then pointed and said, "Go ahead and use that one."
The guy in front of us finally pushed the lady out of the way and went to a terminal. The lady began cursing at that guy..... IN SPANISH.
You see, the terminals can be used in English or Spanish. But the main screen that tells you what they're for is in English with only a button that says "Espanol." CLEARLY not accomodating enough.
Ok. We're in an airpoirt. International flights coming in and out. It would be rather presumptious for me to expect everyone to speak English.
So after I drop off my wife, I got to the supermarket.
Publix has two express lanes. I'm in one and in the other is a lady with a cart that has so many groceries in it, the items are actually MOUNDED over the top. I'd have to say it was about a $200 grocery bill in that cart.
I just watched with a smile on my face thinking, "They can't POSSIBLY think they're going to get away with that."
After the entire conveyor belt was full, the clerk said to the shoppers, "You can't bring all of those groceries up here. This is an express lane."
"Que?"
"Express lane."
"Que."
"Express lane."
"Que."
"Express lane."
"Que."
"Express lane."
"Que."
"Express lane."
I just laughed.
What's funny is when I'm in Miami, EVERYTHING is in Spanish. I've been to a Publix, Walgreens and Home Depot on Flagler Blvd and ALL of them have ALL of their signs in Spanish. I get lost. I think I feel like what these Spanish speaking folks feel like when they're in my neck of the woods and everything is in English.
Funny thing is, I found it more amusing than frustrating. I knew what most of the words were, so I got by. Managed to score a sandwich and a 6-pack at Publix. Goody's headache powder was where it should be at the Walgreen and I do admit that finding where the 5MM bolts were at the Home Depot was a bit of a challenge, but Miami is 90% Spanish speaking. What did I expect?
I'm not going to say EVERYONE has to be fluent in English if they're going to live in America. That's pretty ignorant. America is a great melting pot and I would never change that for the world. But if you're going to go out into an English speaking world and don't at least have someone with you that can help you in your travels, something has to change. Because you're just pissing people off around you. 😉