Friday, May 1

The waiter

I just went to a golf tournament with hubby and came back home a while ago. He has to write a piece about this tournament and I had lunch with him at the press restaurant. We were speaking Catalan, our maternal language, and one of the two official languages in this land, and hubby asked for napkins to the waiter. To our surprise, he said, rather rudely and in Spanish "you mean you want a napkin (he translated into Spanish), well next time talk to me in Spanish, because I'm from Madrid". What the fuck? Who is he or anybody else to tell me what language I must use? He could have asked politely. He could have said he doesn't understand Catalan and ask us to speak Spanish but to assume we must use another language is so arrogant. After a while, the napkins didn't arrive so I just went to him and said: "Well, I see it didn't work in Spanish either, because we still don't have our napkins". He apologized and came back with them. When he handed them to me I said: "look, we cannot guess where the waiter comes from...." he started to say something but I added "you actually told us to speak Spanish. Well, we could ask you for napkins in English or French, but you cannot really demand that we speak a language". Too many people in this country still believe we made up our language just to give them trouble. It's sad, really.

2 comments:

James Shott said...

Someone needs to instruct the waiter on customer service and manners.

He obviously doesn't know his place in the customer/worker relationship.

Buffalo said...

And what have you been doing all month?