Mark's Stories. English and Spanish in a Mexican restaurant.

[fallenpegasus]

About 5 or so years ago, when my sister jatg lived in Seattle as well, one evening we went out to eat together at a Mexican restaurant.

Now, it just so happens that Jett speaks Spanish pretty well.

And it seemed to be a pretty authentic family-owned Mexican place.

So, we decide what we want to eat, and our waitress, a lovely Latina girl, in her early 20s, comes to our table to take our order. And Jett rapid-fire places our order in Spanish.

The girl blinks at us for a moment, and then says, in a completely normal American English accent, "I'm sorry, I don't speak Spanish. Grandpa and grandma do."


I love this country. :)

Comments

[papertygre.livejournal.com]

I have a feeling you might also like a recent post by my friend Noah.

[fallenpegasus]

I do indeed. Thank you.

[breakingglass.livejournal.com]

My dad is full blooded Spanish and lives in Spain to this day and speaks very broken/if any English and I speak not a lick of Spanish. It is kind of funny really. Although, it is my goal to learn my native tongue some day and of course find my father.