Ching Chong Language Not Welcomed Here

I went to the hospital today. I’m not dying – I don’t think. I reckon I’m not dying any faster than the average 26 year old at least.

I showed up early for my appointment because my military ID expired and I thought I’d have to cut through the razor wire to get on base. It was surprisingly easy though. Everyone was really helpful…and thought I was married. They asked for my license and registration. I’ve been pulled over multiple times, but I’ve never had to show my registration because of my Uncle Matt (he’s a pretty decorated police officer). They let me go with a warning all four times. Anyhow, when I told the military police I didn’t know what a car registration looked like, they laughed, dug around in my glove compartment, and said, “I guess your husband takes care of this.” The folks checking me in even asked, “What’s your husband’s social security number?” Shit’s weird.

Since I had about an hour to spare before the doc told me how unhealthy I am, I went to the Subway to buy a sammich. An older Korean lady works there. I like seeing her because I can practice my Korean a bit. I started to ramble in Korean with her while I told her all of the ingredients I wanted. For some reason, this pissed off the woman behind me in line. She called the manager over and some shit went down: Manager Man told the Korean lady she couldn’t speak her native tongue. She spoke only English with me after that. I was so pissed off; it really hurt my heart that I had gotten such a nice lady in trouble for speaking Korean with her. IS THAT EVEN FUCKING LEGAL?!

What if I didn’t know how to speak English? Would she have to use gestures to tell me what kinds of breads Subway has to offer?! …this is some booty.

While I was eating I kept making eye contact with the Korean lady. I thought she looked lonely. She had told me once before how her husband and children only spoke English. I’m not the greatest conversationalist, but there’s some measure of comfort in talking with someone in the language you grew up with, even if it is with some kooky girl who doesn’t have her shit together.

If there’s one thing these past few months have shown me, it’s that loneliness is underrated and talking with people is a decent remedy to that. Anyway… onward and downward.

2 thoughts on “Ching Chong Language Not Welcomed Here

    1. No kidding. I was talking with a few of my friends and one said that the language thing is a rule that can be made at the managers’ discretion. I’m not sure if that’s entirely true, but man… this sort of shit really pisses me off. I just kept imagining the old lady as my mother. Heads would roll if someone treated Mum as such.

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