I really couldn’t keep this to myself.
This just happened to me:
An indian guest approached my counter.
Me: “Good afternoon! how are you?”
Guest: *thick accent* “Do you sell Jesus here?!”
Me: “i’m sorry..? Jesus?”
Guest: “no!! JEEZUHS!” *spit gathering at the side of his mouth*
Me: *staring at him, bewildered, afraid to respond*
“Um, sorry, again?? or.. do you mind writing down for me?” *pushing a notepad towards him*
Guest: “JESUS?? you don’t know jesus?!”
Me: “you mean JESUS as in christianity? (“god is everywhere..my son.”)
Guest: *still refusing to write on notepad provided, and instead..:*
“JESUS! JEEZUH!” – now,eyes popping out of his head hysterically and yelling at me, as if trying to exorcise me into sudden understanding.
Me: “errr.. cheezels? im so sorry, i really dont understand you”
Guest: *grabbing pen and notepad and scrawling the word ‘C-H-E-E-Z’ on it*
Me: “OHH. Cheeses???? you want to buy cheese?”
Guest: “YES! That is what i been saying!”
Me: “Cold storage sir..have a good day..”
Miscommunication at it’s finest.
I am ready for my break right now.