That’s One Way to Get Good Service
I speak English and French and I live in Quebec. Everyone knows how some french Quebeckers don’t take too kindly to the English.
So I’m at a café ordering in English because I’m in between classes and screw it, it’s 7:30 a.m. and latte is pretty much the same in both languages. The cashier looks at me like I had vomit all over myself and walks over to her manager and says in French,
“Take care of that Anglo, when will they understand that it’s French in this province?” At which point I turned bright red and I said in French, “Pardon? Can I not order a coffee without having to have a political debate? Would you not serve travelers or immigrants?”
Free coffee for a year.
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