The other day I went to Jack in the Box for some lunch. I was hungover, stressing over work deadlines, and essentially in a really shitty mood. All I wanted was some cheap-ass food (and some alcohol honestly, but I do have a modicum of self-control). I went inside and made my way to the counter to order some food. When I got to the counter, there was no one there to take my order. After a minute or two (right before my patience wore out and I killed something) a woman appeared and took her place behind the register. And the order went a little something like this:
Woman: Jes? What can I get for joo?
Me: Four tacos.
Woman: Si. (followed by a string of Spanish I didn’t understand).
Me: Excuse me?
Me: Sorry, I don’t have any change. Here’s three bucks.
She gave me my change and receipt and yelled to some people sitting down in the kitchen. I sat and waited for the food. Finally, my order was up. To my surprise, the order was wrong. I ordered four tacos, and I was given one monster taco. You know what? If you’re going to work in America and cater to English speaking customers, learn the language. At least learn it well enough to understand the menu. I mean, holy shit! Half of my order was in fucking Spanish! “Four Tacos.” Half Spanish! How could she have misunderstood what I said?
Me: Excuse me. I ordered four tacos, not one monster taco.
Me: This order is wrong. I didn’t ask for this. I asked for four tacos.
Woman: (Looking at me obviously confused) Joo want another one?
Me: No. I want four regular tacos. I never ordered a monster taco.
Woman: Four regular tacos?
Me: Yes. But, I will pay for this monster taco as well because I don’t want it going to waste.
Woman: Okay. Four regular tacos.
Woman: (Barks order into microphone and throws away the monster taco)
Me: I just said I would pay for that monster taco as well. Why did you throw it away?
Woman: But joo wanted four regular tacos, no?
Me: Yeah, but I said I would…you know what? Never mind. Just give me the four tacos.
This is the kind of shit that pisses me off. Taking an order at a fast food restaurant doesn’t even require a person to know much English. You have to know a few key words like “Burger,” “Sandwich,” “French Fries,” and “Fish.” Other than that, all you need to know is basic conversational English and how to count our currency. I’m not asking for much.
If you’re going to live and work in America, just learn basic English. You get to come here (legally and even illegally which is another issue all together) and take advantage of all of our freedoms and all I ask in return is that when I place a simple order, you get it right. Because seriously, if this bullshit happens again, I’m calling la migra from my cell phone.