Bilingual People Share Their Greatest “I Didn’t Know You Spoke the Language” Stories

Good Times

I used to go to lunch with my assistant manager to a Mexican restaurant next door to where we worked. My assistant manager is Cuban and would usually have small talk, in Spanish, with the waiters. One day, he tells them about how he is the manager and I’m his assistant. This conversation gets more interesting when he tells the waiter about what a lousy worker I am.

This is when I interrupted to say, in Spanish, that he, my assistant, is lying and I let them know that I speak Spanish. The waiter laughed his butt off and my assistant manager was very embarrassed. Ah, good times. cumberlandblues