30 Embarrassing And Funny Situations When Someone Didn’t Realize Their Language Was Understood, Shared By Folks In This Online Group
Knowing several languages does have its benefits. And I’m not talking about being able to travel the world, and speaking to people in their native tongue and understanding their cultures better. That’s all a given.
What I’m referring to is the fact that you can understand people when they think you can’t, most likely because you’re visiting their country, or they’re immigrants and whatnot, leading to a variety of situations.
People of Reddit have been sharing their “they didn't realize I spoke their language” stories in which they heard loads of things about them. Mostly negative, sometimes neutral and positive.
Check out our curated list of the best stories, and if that doesn’t sate your appetite, we have two other lists here and here on the same topic, so be sure to scroll back up here once you’re done reading! Oh, and vote, comment, all that jazz—tell us your stories, we’d love to hear them!
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I came to the US when I was 9 years old with my parents from the former USSR, and hence speak fluent Russian, however you would never know from speaking to me since my accent is practically nonexistent thanks in part to my being so young when we moved.
When I was 17 I got my first (official) job as a cashier at ShopRite. For those not on the east coast of the US, ShopRite is a supermarket chain here.
At some point this Russian woman and her 20ish year old son get in my lane. I finish ringing up the customer before them and the following conversation ensues.
Me: (To Russian woman, [in English]) Do you have a ShopRite card?
Woman: No.
Me: Do you have any coupons or rain checks?
Woman: No.
I then begin scanning her groceries.
Woman: (to her son, [in Russian]) Look at what this idiot is doing.
I glance up trying to find the idiot she is talking about. Perhaps something funny is going on?
Woman: [in Russian] Why is he even working here? God I hate idiots.
At this point I realize she is talking about me. Mind you, all I am doing at this point is taking her groceries, waving them over the scanner, and putting them aside to bag later.
I decide that it's best to just continue working and ignore the woman... for now. So I put on my best smile and keep scanning her s@#t.
Woman: [in Russian] How long is this going to take?
I finish ringing up all her stuff, punch up her total and begin bagging. Normally I would have asked how she would like to pay at this point, but I decided I would let her throw in a few more insults first.
Woman: [in Russian] He doesn't even know how to pack correctly. Oh, what an idiot.
I made sure to pack all of her things away with a smile, and then replied:
Me: [in Russian] How will you be paying for this?
The woman stops dead in her tracks, her eyes open wide in a moment of horror and for a brief moment our eyes lock. I smile an even bigger smile, as gentle as I can possibly muster, under the circumstances. Her son even took a step back. After what must have felt like an eternity for her, she hung her head in shame and handed me her credit card. I rang her up, handed her the credit card back, and handed her son the remaining groceries. Both of them are completely red in the face at this point and both refuse to say anything. Their eyes are firmly locked on to the floor. As they leave, I smile at them again and say:
Me: [in Russian] Thank you very much. Please come again.
My aunt had taken eight years of French in school, declaring that she was going to marry a Frenchman. She was working at the Epcot Emporium when a golfer and his caddie came in, chatting in French. The caddie looked over at her and said (still in French) "wow, she's cute. I'd like to ask her on a date." So she responded in perfect French "So why don't you?" They've now been married over 30 years!
I was on holiday in Jordan and went to visit their "down town". This area is beautiful has all sorts of cultural bits and pieces and amazing food at great prices. If you go there you need to haggle every price, even the locals do.
So I enter this shop and the shopkeeper at the door tells his colleague "Oh yes European foreigner lets see how much we can overprice stuff" I kid you not he said that, but in Arabic (which I can speak fluently having an Arab father) (Note I'm very pale, with brown hair and blue eyes. Not typical in that region)
I ask about the cost of a beautiful Arabian plate (in English) and he gives me an insane price. I look him in the eye and say "now that you know I'm a local how much does it cost?" (In fluent Arabic) his eyes pop out of his head and then he starts laughing saying "You heard me at the door didn't you?" I smile and nod and then he says "I guess I deserve that, that plate isn't worth much I'll give it to you as a gift for giving me a good laugh"
So my mom is Norwegian. My brother and I were raised in the US speaking Norwegian and English in the home.
One summer our family were visiting relatives in Norway and were browsing a little shop (I love a little shop!) in a very small village. We happened to be speaking English with one another at the time. My mom noticed (and got great pleasure from) hearing the two shopkeepers FREAKING out about having to speak English to us. They were late teens, early twenties and were likely very proficient in English, but nervous about having to use it on some American tourists.
Short-straw shopkeeper approaches us, very red faced: Good afternoon. May I please help you find anything in our store?
My mom (in Norwegian): We're quite all right, thank you.
Her: OH THANK GOD. (and other flustered mutterings).
It was very cute.
I was on the Greek island of Rhodes once. Rhodes gets a lot of tourists, particularly from Germany. I had a conversation with a Greek taxi driver. He said (in English): "You American? Good. American good. British good. German, not so much. German go to beautiful mountain, complain about toilets." I chuckled a bit at his stereotypes.
Two hours later, I was at the beautiful Mount Filerimos. Spectacular view, beautiful day, ancient sites, etc. And what do I overhear? A loud conversation in German complaining about the toilets.
After high school, I took a solo trip to Europe before starting college. I was in Amsterdam, sitting alone at a restaurant, when I hear Hebrew (my native tongue, though I live in the US). A couple of people at the next table who I notice are looking in my direction, saying "It must really suck, eating at a restaurant alone." I responded in Hebrew saying "It's actually alright, I've got a book so I'm good." We ended up joining tables, and spent the next day hanging out in the city.
I lived in China and being blond and white, people don't think I can understand Mandarin. I was walking into a coffee shop in Shanghai and I saw two old women look at me. They stared for a moment and said: "He has such a nice butt!"
It was hard not to laugh.
Heard some [girls] in a bathroom discussing in detail my supposed personal hygiene, like how "those people" don't even wipe, etc., as I was meticulously washing my hands. I let it go on till one girl goes "Careful, she might understand Arabic." The main [girl] goes, "No way a [mentally handicapped person] would know something that's not her native language." Without even turning around or looking at them, I dry my hands, go "you sure?" in Arabic and walk off, savoring the looks of disbelief in the mirror.
I'm Arab myself. I probably don't look Arab enough to them, or something.
My mom has the BEST story about this.
She was raised with French/English, and spent many years as a kid in Morocco.
On my parents honeymoon, they go to morocco, and go to a synagogue on a Saturday morning there (we're Jewish). My mom goes to sit with the other women, and they start making snide remarks "Americans...stupid Americans", and insulting her appearance. This went on and on for the duration of the service!
After the service, my mom gets to the exit before the other ladies, turns around to all of them, and in perfect French with a perfect accent tells them she "hopes they have a wonderful day, a pleasant Shabbat, and that she looks forward to coming back soon."
The women just were in complete awe, and didn't know what to do. Their jaws dropped, followed by complete science.
Glorious.
It's the sick who need to get well (saved, forgiven,and reconciled with God) at least they aknowledge that they need to and where to get it. These are personal journeys . Hopefully where they go are not falsely handling the truth.
Load More Replies...Why would Moroccan Jews chatter in French at a synagogue in Morocco I'm confused af
Because they speak French in Morocco including Jewish people there
Load More Replies...If people hate Americans so much, is it any wonder why most Americans prefer to just stay at home and not bother going outside it's borders? Why save up a ton of money and travel abroad if everyone is just going to abuse you?
Good example of people going to church to demonstrate their piety but having no class 😀
And now I have that song stuck in my head. Someone, please, silence the science song!
I never have any good stories when these types of threads get posted. This is the best I've got:
Girl (in Chinese): They have papaya.
Me: LOUD GASP
Girl (in Chinese): She understands Chinese!
Me (in Chinese): THEY HAVE PAPAYA.
I used to help with exchange students coming in from Japan. We'd pick them up at the airport, take them shopping to get some essentials (shampoo, bed sheets, etc) and then get them settled into their dorms. Doing this for a few years alongside taking several years of Japanese at the university meant I knew enough to know some of the dirty stuff.
Anyway, I remember these two guys that came one semester. They were friendly enough when talking in English but they got pretty filthy when they spoke in Japanese to each other. I got treated to a very awkward discussion they had on my [breasts]. I tired not to give away that I knew what they were saying but my Japanese friend that came along to help decided to be a brat and started talking to me in Japanese. The looks on those two boys' faces when I responded in kind said it all: "... [well, damn]."
I'm Filipino, and I speak Tagalog. I was on the [Bay Area Rapid Transit] one day and there was a Filipino mother and her daughter sitting in front of me. the mother said in Tagalog, "I have to poop, oh, I should've pooped before we left the house." then she looks from side to side, giggles, and says, "it's good that no one understood that, huh?"
BUT SHE DIDN'T LOOK BEHIND HER.
I spent most of my life in SF and I would never, ever assume someone couldn’t understand me in one of the most diverse cities in the U.S., even if I were speaking Arapaho.
Not me, but a girl I dated in college was fluent in three foreign languages. Specifically, three languages you would not expect a very pale redhead to speak. She worked with border patrol while still in school and frequently got useful intel from drug runners that were talking quietly to each other in Spanish. Apparently, she would regularly hear something along the lines of, "this stupid [girlie] doesn't know what we're saying." After college, she got a job with the FBI and basically disappeared from social media...that or she REALLY didn't want to stay friends after.
Maybe this was a long time ago, because it's not really that unusual for non-Hispanic people to know Spanish in the US anymore. The majority don't know it, but enough know it that it's better not to assume. Also, Hispanic people can be pale white redheads.
Overheard a bunch of French tourists in Nepal discussing, in graphic detail, the diarrhea they'd been having for a few days (i.e. "I CAN'T TELL IF IT'S A FART OR IT'S [CRAP]"). After awhile they turned to me and my friends and asked, in English, where we are from. My friends answered, in French "we're from the same place you are, and he(me)'s from Quebec". Their look of embarrassment was just delectable; the awkwardness was palpable.
Knowing a less-spoken language like Hebrew affords me some funny situations with Israelis in the US who think that nobody understands them. I was helping out with freshman move-in at my school, and caught a mother and daughter off-guard when they were complaining about the heat and the smell in the dorm, and i responded over my shoulder in an attempted native accent that it gets nicer once all the parents leave. The mother wasn't amused.
I once lived in Holland. One day I was in the company of a friend (also American) and a few Dutch teenagers. Our Dutch was relatively good, but we'd only been in the country a couple months. The kids were speaking really fast and we were having a hard time understanding, but it was clear they were talking about us, and my friend was starting to get really frustrated. He knew that speaking English wouldn't fool them because Dutch kids learn English from a very young age. So he started speaking to me just like Boomhauer from King of the Hill, saying stuff like "thesedangkidsthinkthursogreatdurnkidswiththeircrazygelleduphair." They were all very confused and didn't understand a word of it.
I'm fluent enough in Japanese, so I knew when people were talking about me. Usually people just stare at you when they notice you're a foreigner, but some people do talk. This one couple saw me, sat across from me on the bus (this was in a residential area, not a tourist spot), and started [complaining] about how, what, tourists will be bringing their 'loud American friends' around now? I let this go for about five minutes before getting sick of it and saying, "Are you sure you want to be talking about this in front of me? Because it's kind of rude, so please stop," and I think it scared the [guacamole] out of them. Some chick towards the back of the bus started cracking up.
That said, many of the other American students in the same program as me were always loud as [heck] on public transportation.
The picture of Japanese tourists taking a photo in front of Windsor Castle is quite random to the story. That's the Statue of Queen Victoria on castle hill, looking down Peascod Street. Here's a pic from the proper angle. queen-vict...73feb8.jpg
Went to this humongous market in Turkey that was partially underground. It was cool.
My brother and I speak English to each other. One guy at a stall we were looking at told his friend that we were suckers and he was going to mark the scarf we were looking at 3x higher. We both just kinda stared at him for a moment and told him we understood him. He was so embarrassed. He watched us go to a neighboring stall that sold the same scarf.
I like that he watched you buy the same scarf at the next stall. Serves him right for being an asshat
At my college campus, I was eating at an Indian restaurant with friends and this Chinese couple comes in. It's buffet style but there is also a regular menu. They're obviously international students and they somewhat struggle with the menu. I overhear the girl telling her boyfriend in Cantonese, "I wanted KFC!! What is this place?" He says, "I don't think there is a KFC nearby, but look, that Asian girl (me) seems to be eating chicken!" They gesture to the buffet and the hostess collects their money. They go up to get their food and when they return, they start bickering. The girl says, "The rice is so strange. Why is it yellow? How do I eat this (referring to naan)?" He tells her, "Watch that girl's Indian friends. They appear to wrap it up." "How strange! I prefer to pretend this red chicken (tandoori) is KFC. Is this red because it's BBQ chicken like BBQ pork?" At this point, I step in and explain what they're eating in Cantonese. They're mildly embarrassed but thank me for my advice.
Sitting in the back of a pickup truck in Northern Thailand. Little kid, maybe 5 years old looks up at his mom and says "Mom! Mom! That big foreigner has white eyes! Is he a ghost?"
I lean real close to him and point at my eyes and say in Thai "Actually, my eyes are blue, but ghosts can have blue eyes, right?"
He then buried his face in his mom's side trying to hide from me.
I loved being able to trot out my little bits of Thai when I lived in Bangkok. I still say Mai Pen Rai fairly regularly although I now live in a small coastal town on the Northern California coast and in five years have encountered only one Thai person.
I speak several languages, and this surprisingly came in handy when I was in London. Sitting on the metro (tube or whatever your Lordships call it), I hear two Swedish girls bad mouthing these two guys standing next to them, while the same two guys are talking about how beautiful and lovely the girls are in Arabic.
Other than that, I love walking around Stockholm speaking other languages than Swedish and English, pretending to be a tourist. There is a remarkable difference in how people treat you, and the things they say about you.
That guy is like "I see you taking pics of strangers in public!"
I'm Russian, but spent a good chunk of my life growing up in Nigeria. The place where I live in Moscow is near this international institute place, and there's a lot of black people around there (a BIG rarity in Russia). In particular, there are a lot of Nigerians.
Now, in Nigeria, public schools are brutal. Cheating is not something you do there if you don't like getting your [butt] whooped by the teacher in front of the class. By comparison, Russian schools have essentially zero punishment for cheating. It's hard to explain to someone that hasn't experienced it, but its basically an activity for the whole class. Some kid will distract the teacher, and everyone else will pass around a sheet with people filling in answers along the way. We used to get creative with that.
So anyway, this one time after I'd moved back to Moscow, I was going somewhere on this weird minibus thing we have for public transport, when all of a sudden a bunch of Nigerians get on, talking to each other in English. From what I gathered, one of them had been at the university for a while, and the rest had just arrived. The guy that had been there for a while was explaining how stuff worked there.
Paraphrasing from memory:
Experienced Guy: "...and they have this thing here called "shpora" (Russian slang for cheat sheet). Everyone uses it, and even the stupidest people can pass the hardest tests"
Everyone: "Whoaaaaah"
Experienced Guy: "Yes! Even the most useless girl in my class got an A!"
Everyone: "Did she study?"
Experienced Guy: "Not at all!"
Everyone: "Nooooooo!"
They went on in this manner the entire time I was on the bus. The Nigerian accents and the fact that the new arrivals were genuinely horrified at the notion of cheating was hilarious and I could barely stop myself from laughing. As I was getting off I said "excuse me" in Hausa (one of the more popular languages in Nigeria) and got blank looks in return.
I was doing my clinical rotation at a hospital that was predominately Japanese elderly. During one of my AM shifts, I was taking care of the cutest (and littlest) of the patients that needed help ambulating.
While taking her down one of the hallways, she shuffled over to one of the many seated patients in the hallway and began to speak about a particular nurse that had, "smelly hair" and "speaks stupid". As she continued to speak, her language became... more vulgar.
Now being of Pacific Islander descent mixed in with Japanese, I look more like a toasted/burnt peanut rather than someone who is/could speak Japanese. So I just sat there while this cute little old Japanese lady mouthed off words that would make a sailor cringe.
Don't mess with old ladies man. They are warriors, they've dealt with more sht than you're currently handing them, and they will take you out.
These two girls we were sent to pick up from the airport [ant take to the dorm]. We met them without a problem and then while escorting them down to the baggage claim, one of them turned to the other and murmured aloud in Japanese "wow... look at all the gaijin." Gaijin being "foreigner," but in their case, it really means "not Japanese." It struck me as ludicrous. You came to the United States to study English, and you're surprised by all the non-Japanese people? Maybe it was culture shock but we had a good laugh about it for weeks.
I once met an American woman who had been living in Sicily for 30 years at the time. She kept referring to the Sicilians around her as "foreigners." She really couldn't understand that a Sicilian in Sicily is not a foreigner and that she was the foreigner.
I was at an airport in the Philippines heading back to Canada. When I handed my Canadian passport to the men at the check in counter they started making jokes about Canadians in the local dialect, which I understand. I added a couple of jokes of my own and got some very embarrassed looks from the men.
The way they pronounce Canadian (kah nah dee an) here sounds like a phrase in Cebuano that translates as "you must". What they were saying was "magloto ka na dian" which means "You must cook" in Cebuano. I added a couple of my own - labanda ka na dian (you must wash) and lakaw ka na dian (you must walk).
Slightly off-topic: As an Asian-American, I get introduced to my family friends as the American kid. I always love the look of surprise when people discover that I can understand what they're saying and that I can shout it right back at them.
Many people assume that Americans (whatever their apparent ethnicity) speak only English. It's a fairly safe assumption, but obviously, there are exceptions!
I was in the Natural History Museum in London looking at dinosaurs and other related things when I heard some rather boisterous people from my home country (Finland) discussing the dinosaur skeletons. Some fat guy pointed at the massive dinosaur skeleton and then started to boast 'oh, maybe his [wing-dang-doodle] is as big as mine.' It made me laugh but then the group of them noticed me and started to talk about me, calling me [names].
I work at a Starbucks and I was on drive through taking orders. A French family drove through and ordered their lattes and such. I handled their order the same as I handle all orders, I'm always very friendly and outgoing to customers. Anyways, as the mom drives away from the speaker box she tell her family in french that I was a cocky a-hole, obviously thinking I didn't speak French. So I make her drinks, decaf due to the remarks and when she drives up to the window I'm standing there with her drinks with a big smile on my face. When she gets within speaking range I say, very charismatically
"Bonjour, Madame! Ça va?!
She looks at me, completely shocked and embarrassed and replies
"comme ci comme ça" and that's the last thing anyone in the car said to me as I completed the order.
You don't get to make them something they didn't order, that's totally inappropriate.
I grew up in Geneva, Switzerland. Both of my parents were not Swiss however I went to public school (state school) for most of my time there, meaning french was essentially my first language. My family and I sat down in a restaurant one night, and the family next to us started [complaining] about how foreigners should all be forced to work in the fields. This was the point where I turned to them and went "hop suisse" (this is something Swiss people say during sports tournaments to support their team. Similar to "USA USA USA!")
Had the same experience in the German speaking part of Switzerland. I live there, and some people from the french part of Switzerland saw me eating in a restaurant. They were commenting i have big breasts in french, not knowing i understand french. When i heard their conversation, i replied to them in french that their brains were to little in comparison. Not the best comeback, i know, but the realisation i understood what they said gave them quite a shock.
I went on a cruise that happened to have a bunch of Germans on it. A couple was sitting near us by the pool and the man was talking about how terrible American tourists are. I leaned over and said "Ja, die Amerikaner sind sehr dumm." [Translation: "Yeah, the Americans are very dumb"]. We had a good laugh and chatted for a bit.
So... context? Are you American? Did he realize you were & you became buddies b/c you understood him or b/c you made him believe you weren't American & he was happy to have someone who shared his viewpoint? This story is dumb.
uhh i've got a fitting story! When I was 12, my family took a ferry from Italy to Greece. Somehow we got into an argument with another family regarding the seats (in English). When everything was settled, we sat there with the other family in a tense silence. Then they started speaking about us in Greek (the mother was Greek). My mom who has had Greek at school looked at them and told them that she understood what they were talking about. After some minutes, they started talking in Italian (the father was Italian). My brother and I told them in Italian that we understood them (our father being Italian as well). Then, they started speaking German (they apparently lived in Germany) and my brother and i laughed and responded to them in German "are you serious?" (us being from Austria). Afterwards, they shut up and didn't talk about us anymore. Fun memories!
What I have gathered from this article is the world has one major thing in common...everyone talks trash if they think they can get away with it.
My first husband's family was from Quebec. The visiting relatives would talk about me and us in front of us very nastily and rudely commenting on our various imperfections. My husband didn't speak French and I didn't tell them that I did. Until that one Christmas...
This is the stupidest one I've ever seen. One of my best friends is a polyglot who works as a fill in translator at the United Nations in New York. I met him for lunch one day at Patsy's, a pizza place a block away and across the street from the Israeli consulate. There were two teen age tourists talking in Hebrew and my friend politely tells them its NY - they shouldn't assume people don't understand them. So they switched to English and for the next 5 minutes they said the most horrible things about Palestinian and Jordanian sexual preferences. My friend looked dumbfounded, grabbed his phone and texted. Turns out my friend had been working across the street at the consulate that morning and met one of the kids because his dad booked him for the gig. The dad came in, berated them in Hebrew, apologized to everyone, and they all left. My friend told me dad sent both home and the son got early enlistment in the Army.
I lived in the Netherlands for 12 years and became Dutch through naturalisation. As a family, my husband (at the time), our daughter and I spoke English; our daughter hadn't yet learnt Dutch, she was still little. We were at a supermarket, and my husband was trying to pay at the till. He worked for a commercial bank and had been given an account, so the cashier didn't recognise the card; the transaction wouldn't go through so he left us to draw cash. There were grumbles from the people in the queue and the cashier about "foreigners" living there and taking their jobs. I understood everything they were saying, but chatting quietly to my toddler in English. I the turned around and said in pretty good Dutch that if it wasn't for us "foreigners", they'd all be speaking German. Cashier went white, then red; husband came back and paid with cash. We never shopped there again.
I have a nice one with french sign language :) Was at a café, next to me there were 2 deaf women with 2 little girls, 3 and 6 years old. While the women were signing together, I heard 6yo telling 3yo "then throw it on the floor" and 3yo throw *random thing* on the floor. Immediately, the women sign to the girl "that's disgusting, why would you do that!". I'm amused and wave at the women, I manage to sign that actually, 6yo told 3yo to do that. Mom and aunt laugh, talk a bit with me and the girls came to my table to talk with me. They were amazed, I was the first nerda (Not Even Related to Deaf Adult) they have met :)
So, I'm hungarian, a very small nation with around 13 million native-speakers, but we are literally all-over-the-world. Especially in Germany, where I live. One day, I overheard a conversation in public-transport from a middle-aged tourist-couple. They were whining about generally everything, that they've encountered in the town, pointing out, how much better are those things in Hungary.(not really) Till this point, it was just kinda ridiculous, how narrow-minded they were, but than, somehow they found me. I'm a very pale, blue-eyed person, and they were assuming, I'm "echte"-german. I was on the tram with my italian coworker, who has brownish-olive skin-color, being from South. That was enough for them to start whining about, how awful is Western-Europe because of "allowing" mixing with these filthy-middle-eastern-immigrants, because look-at-me-a-white-german-girl-with-an-arab. And how great is Orban (hungarian prime minister) fighting against this. And that for long-long minutes.
Before getting off from the tram, I went to them, and said in hungarian: "Sorry, for interrupting you, but since you are speaking about us for minutes, let me introduce ourselves. I'm also hungarian, and he is my italian coworker. Have a nice day! Oh, and here are living quite many hungarians." The look on their faces! :DDD
Load More Replies...In the early 70s, my dad's Polish friend was on a Chicago city bus and two older women got on and started talking s**t about him in Polish ("ridiculous American hippie", "probably doesn't even have a job" (he was in med school at the time, lol), etc.) As he got off the bus at his stop, he turned to them and said, in perfect Polish, "Thank you for a lovely bus ride, ladies. Have a good day." Frozen faces.
Many years ago, a friend and I were on holiday in Spain. We were eating lunch in a cafe when 2 girls sat down on the table next to us. They spoke to the waiter in perfect Spanish but we could tell from their accents that they were not Spanish. Their next conversation was in English and was about a dead cat one of them found. It dawned on them quite quickly that we understood them. They apologised if they grossed us out. They thought we were Spanish. My friend tans really well and looks like a Spaniard even though he is English. We all had a good laugh about it.
I used to waitress. One night I had a group of guys that came in that asked me if I was Latina. I'm not and replied thusly. So they proceeded to make crude and vulgar remarks about my body while I waited on them. Here's the thing I'm not Latina(I'm black but look really racially ambiguous) but I picked up Spanish from former paramours(and also we were in a Mexican restaurant so I don't know why you would presume you should speak that freely or that indecently in what was a family establishment frequented by people who are Spanish speaking) so cute there horror and shock when I show up with the bills have them the cost in Spanish and asked if I could be of any further service. They didn't say another word but they all went pale and they at least paid the b-hole tax because I received an excellent tip as they walked out the door sheepishly
I have an amusing reverse-story. Myself and two friends were on vacation in Japan. They are both full-blooded Korean, and I am half, all of us raised in the US. When we were out looking at a shopping mall in Tokyo, a trio of British girls asked if we could take their photo. I say that I can, and reach out for the phone. One of the girls starts emphasizing that they want their photo take, and I am like, "No problem, hand me the camera." She gets confused and says it again, then we hear her friends saying, " [insert name], SHE'S SPEAKING ENGLISH!" We stare at each other for a moment, and I realized that I look Asian enough for her to not expect American-english to come out of my mouth. We had a good laugh over the whole situation.
That happened in reverse SO often here in my younger days in Japan - Japanese couldn't believe that a white girl was speaking Japanese to them (it's changed these days, most people accept that foreigners can actually speak the language where we live, but still happens sometimes). Amusing to hear it happens the other way round too.
Load More Replies...i have traveled all over the world. I never assume who knows what. i just keep my mouth shut and my smile on, and do my level best to learn a bit about local language and custom before i arrive. I have met delightful ppl the world over this way. That said, i was at Versailles years ago, alone, after having spent the summer studying French language and culture in Picardie. i was fairly fluent after two years' study. I asked a man near me, in perfect French, if he would take my picture or be in a picture for scale (i wanted a photo of an enormous oxen-sized fireplace). He stared at me for a few seconds, then said, "English, German, Italian" and we both started laughing. i in my proud bilingual moment, and he in what he thought might be his useless polyglot moment. We got it sorted, and it is a fond memory of mine, plus a pic!
A few years ago I was with family members in a wine shop in Bulgaria, whose owners were Russians. Now I'm French, so they heard me speaking French, and we communicated in English. The wines weren't good and I didn't wanted to buy any; the vendors played dumb, said they didn't understand me and tried to sell us a bottle nonetheless. At that point I told them in Russian that I don't wanted to buy any wine from them, and the vendors stopped and looked at me, in shock, one of them telling the other (in Russian) "he speaks russian... He speaks russian...''
This breaks my heart so much reading these experiences. Because it shows so much hate and ignorance. I just don't understand why people treat their own kind, human kind so badly. Or think so low of their own. It has never made any sense to me to ever be hateful.
Well not my actual story but my uncle's ...he was in a plane with this Arab couples behind talking about how a black man is able to afford travelling from Saudia arabia to India.... And stating the fact that my uncle is a Nigerian. After disembarking from the plane my uncle went forward to greet them in Arabic and stating his travel was for medical treatment all in Arabic ... They were all in awe😂
My cousin's boyfriend was coming to visit from Finland. She had to work, so I offered to pick him up at the airport to go to her place and wait with him. He wanted to eat "exotic food" so we went to a Somali restaurant. We got what the hostess recommended . Delicious variety of food and bread. Our waitress/hostess was a beautiful, tall, very dark, statuesque Somali. She looked to me like an elegant goddess and so interesting to talk to and ask questions of. The whole time the BF was bitching to me in Finnish about how lousy and bizarre the food was. After telling him to shut up or I was leaving, he said, "at least I know how to cook!" I was so PO'd I stood up and went to pay, leaving him. On the way out the woman gave me a big hug said to be sure to come back. She then said to BF, in perfect Finnish, "At least WE know how to behave in someone else's house" I adore that woman. Have been back several times :)
I brought my newborn daughter to my mom’s office since her co-workers had been harping to see her. I noticed 2 women sitting on the bench outside as I was walking up to the building. Walked past and went up to the employee private entrance and rang the bell. One lady says in English: "You're at the wrong door, benefits are through there" I responded that I'm fine, I know where I'm going. Now before I continue, I have to say I am Haitian with light skin and my daughters’ father is Irish, so my daughter was a lil fair skinned pink baby with dark blue eyes and super straight (that it stood up) black hair...also I should mention that some biracial babies don’t get much color until they are around 6 months old if they get any at all. The ladies start talking in Kreyol and all I heard was "look at that girl with that white baby...she's so stupid and doesn't know what door to use...she must think that having that white baby will get her a better life but she’s right here with the rest
continued....of us.” I just stood there through all of it and eventually the employee door opens, and my mom and all her co-workers were there all excited and grabbed the baby carrier. Right before I walked in, I turned to the ladies who were just staring and said in Kreyol “before you start running your mouth about someone make sure they can’t understand you” My mom was like what was that about and I told her don’t worry about it, it’s fine.
Load More Replies...was in disney's epcot italian gift shop. my parents both immigrated from italy, and i wanted to get them and my grandmother a gift. two women with strong jersey accents come in loud as all hell talking about how they've got italian blood in them and making up histories of different things for sale. they were also super rude to the staff and never put anything they picked up back where they found it. the cashier and stock girl were mocking them in italian, basically calling them stupid american trash. i was content to let them be, but one made such a great joke that i laughed out loud from the corner i was shopping in. both workers looked to me panicked, but i just told them in italian that it was a funny joke and i was just listening.
I worked as a hotel concierge while I was in College. We had a lot of international guests. One evening a French trio checked in and one of then said in French
Where dido I park the damn car? I knew some French and with out thinking said in French "you take the first right from the front and follow it around and park behind the building. I don't know which of us was more surprised.
Load More Replies...Sitting in New Zealand. My boss and his boss spoke Afrikaans. They would have private conversations in Afrikaans in our open plan office. Once they left, our third coworker who was a dual NZ/UK citizen, but born in Zimbabwe would then tell us about what projects were about to be cancelled etc. When both managers resigned on the same day, we had to act surprised as we all already knew it was coming. They never realised to this day their conversations were not in secret
My niece told me this one. She was working in a Mcdonalls far from the turistic sites (we live in México city), she wasn't a cashier yet, she was flipping burgers and she heard an old lady trying to order, but none of the cashiers speak english (not even the mánager!!), so she left her burgers, go to the front and start asking the woman what was her order, the lady laught, she was relieved and my nice patiently explain all the menú to her and how many to pay for each combo or ítem. The lady was happy, so her mánager and automatically she was promoted to cashier, for some reason that month many english speaker costumers go to her mcdonalls and she was awarded with the employee of the month for 3 month straight.
Maybe its not a funny story, but I love telling this one! One time my family was at a conservatory taking a tour of the plants and there was a Chinese group in front of us. One of them couldn't pronounce the name of one of the plants in English and the other guys were making fun of him. It was really funny to listen to them trade insults during the entire 2 hour tour but I tried not to laugh so they wouldn't see the Native American girl behind them understanding Chinese! (Sorry for any English mistakes, French is my primary language)
I have a Filipina coworker who used to work in Dubai and through the other foreigners working there she actually learned some Punjabi. Recently at work, some Indian guys were being really rude about having to wear masks and were complaining amongst themselves in Punjabi. She told them "Don't swear at me" and they were so shocked that she understood their Punjabi swears. They responded they were swearing about masks not at her. They were so embarrassed that we were all laughing about it for days. You always pick up the curse words first.
I was sitting in a bus when one woman started talking to her husband in my other native language really loudly: "Aww man I have to fart all the time! I am sure it's because of all the onions!" It was so hard to keep a straight face to not embarrass her but when they got off I couldn't hold it any longer. Then I translated it for my people, so we had a real good laugh. 😂😂😂
In my opinion, this is the best story: Meryl Streep and Dino De Laurentiis https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H6IZ_R-0-zQ
uhh i've got a fitting story! When I was 12, my family took a ferry from Italy to Greece. Somehow we got into an argument with another family regarding the seats (in English). When everything was settled, we sat there with the other family in a tense silence. Then they started speaking about us in Greek (the mother was Greek). My mom who has had Greek at school looked at them and told them that she understood what they were talking about. After some minutes, they started talking in Italian (the father was Italian). My brother and I told them in Italian that we understood them (our father being Italian as well). Then, they started speaking German (they apparently lived in Germany) and my brother and i laughed and responded to them in German "are you serious?" (us being from Austria). Afterwards, they shut up and didn't talk about us anymore. Fun memories!
What I have gathered from this article is the world has one major thing in common...everyone talks trash if they think they can get away with it.
My first husband's family was from Quebec. The visiting relatives would talk about me and us in front of us very nastily and rudely commenting on our various imperfections. My husband didn't speak French and I didn't tell them that I did. Until that one Christmas...
This is the stupidest one I've ever seen. One of my best friends is a polyglot who works as a fill in translator at the United Nations in New York. I met him for lunch one day at Patsy's, a pizza place a block away and across the street from the Israeli consulate. There were two teen age tourists talking in Hebrew and my friend politely tells them its NY - they shouldn't assume people don't understand them. So they switched to English and for the next 5 minutes they said the most horrible things about Palestinian and Jordanian sexual preferences. My friend looked dumbfounded, grabbed his phone and texted. Turns out my friend had been working across the street at the consulate that morning and met one of the kids because his dad booked him for the gig. The dad came in, berated them in Hebrew, apologized to everyone, and they all left. My friend told me dad sent both home and the son got early enlistment in the Army.
I lived in the Netherlands for 12 years and became Dutch through naturalisation. As a family, my husband (at the time), our daughter and I spoke English; our daughter hadn't yet learnt Dutch, she was still little. We were at a supermarket, and my husband was trying to pay at the till. He worked for a commercial bank and had been given an account, so the cashier didn't recognise the card; the transaction wouldn't go through so he left us to draw cash. There were grumbles from the people in the queue and the cashier about "foreigners" living there and taking their jobs. I understood everything they were saying, but chatting quietly to my toddler in English. I the turned around and said in pretty good Dutch that if it wasn't for us "foreigners", they'd all be speaking German. Cashier went white, then red; husband came back and paid with cash. We never shopped there again.
I have a nice one with french sign language :) Was at a café, next to me there were 2 deaf women with 2 little girls, 3 and 6 years old. While the women were signing together, I heard 6yo telling 3yo "then throw it on the floor" and 3yo throw *random thing* on the floor. Immediately, the women sign to the girl "that's disgusting, why would you do that!". I'm amused and wave at the women, I manage to sign that actually, 6yo told 3yo to do that. Mom and aunt laugh, talk a bit with me and the girls came to my table to talk with me. They were amazed, I was the first nerda (Not Even Related to Deaf Adult) they have met :)
So, I'm hungarian, a very small nation with around 13 million native-speakers, but we are literally all-over-the-world. Especially in Germany, where I live. One day, I overheard a conversation in public-transport from a middle-aged tourist-couple. They were whining about generally everything, that they've encountered in the town, pointing out, how much better are those things in Hungary.(not really) Till this point, it was just kinda ridiculous, how narrow-minded they were, but than, somehow they found me. I'm a very pale, blue-eyed person, and they were assuming, I'm "echte"-german. I was on the tram with my italian coworker, who has brownish-olive skin-color, being from South. That was enough for them to start whining about, how awful is Western-Europe because of "allowing" mixing with these filthy-middle-eastern-immigrants, because look-at-me-a-white-german-girl-with-an-arab. And how great is Orban (hungarian prime minister) fighting against this. And that for long-long minutes.
Before getting off from the tram, I went to them, and said in hungarian: "Sorry, for interrupting you, but since you are speaking about us for minutes, let me introduce ourselves. I'm also hungarian, and he is my italian coworker. Have a nice day! Oh, and here are living quite many hungarians." The look on their faces! :DDD
Load More Replies...In the early 70s, my dad's Polish friend was on a Chicago city bus and two older women got on and started talking s**t about him in Polish ("ridiculous American hippie", "probably doesn't even have a job" (he was in med school at the time, lol), etc.) As he got off the bus at his stop, he turned to them and said, in perfect Polish, "Thank you for a lovely bus ride, ladies. Have a good day." Frozen faces.
Many years ago, a friend and I were on holiday in Spain. We were eating lunch in a cafe when 2 girls sat down on the table next to us. They spoke to the waiter in perfect Spanish but we could tell from their accents that they were not Spanish. Their next conversation was in English and was about a dead cat one of them found. It dawned on them quite quickly that we understood them. They apologised if they grossed us out. They thought we were Spanish. My friend tans really well and looks like a Spaniard even though he is English. We all had a good laugh about it.
I used to waitress. One night I had a group of guys that came in that asked me if I was Latina. I'm not and replied thusly. So they proceeded to make crude and vulgar remarks about my body while I waited on them. Here's the thing I'm not Latina(I'm black but look really racially ambiguous) but I picked up Spanish from former paramours(and also we were in a Mexican restaurant so I don't know why you would presume you should speak that freely or that indecently in what was a family establishment frequented by people who are Spanish speaking) so cute there horror and shock when I show up with the bills have them the cost in Spanish and asked if I could be of any further service. They didn't say another word but they all went pale and they at least paid the b-hole tax because I received an excellent tip as they walked out the door sheepishly
I have an amusing reverse-story. Myself and two friends were on vacation in Japan. They are both full-blooded Korean, and I am half, all of us raised in the US. When we were out looking at a shopping mall in Tokyo, a trio of British girls asked if we could take their photo. I say that I can, and reach out for the phone. One of the girls starts emphasizing that they want their photo take, and I am like, "No problem, hand me the camera." She gets confused and says it again, then we hear her friends saying, " [insert name], SHE'S SPEAKING ENGLISH!" We stare at each other for a moment, and I realized that I look Asian enough for her to not expect American-english to come out of my mouth. We had a good laugh over the whole situation.
That happened in reverse SO often here in my younger days in Japan - Japanese couldn't believe that a white girl was speaking Japanese to them (it's changed these days, most people accept that foreigners can actually speak the language where we live, but still happens sometimes). Amusing to hear it happens the other way round too.
Load More Replies...i have traveled all over the world. I never assume who knows what. i just keep my mouth shut and my smile on, and do my level best to learn a bit about local language and custom before i arrive. I have met delightful ppl the world over this way. That said, i was at Versailles years ago, alone, after having spent the summer studying French language and culture in Picardie. i was fairly fluent after two years' study. I asked a man near me, in perfect French, if he would take my picture or be in a picture for scale (i wanted a photo of an enormous oxen-sized fireplace). He stared at me for a few seconds, then said, "English, German, Italian" and we both started laughing. i in my proud bilingual moment, and he in what he thought might be his useless polyglot moment. We got it sorted, and it is a fond memory of mine, plus a pic!
A few years ago I was with family members in a wine shop in Bulgaria, whose owners were Russians. Now I'm French, so they heard me speaking French, and we communicated in English. The wines weren't good and I didn't wanted to buy any; the vendors played dumb, said they didn't understand me and tried to sell us a bottle nonetheless. At that point I told them in Russian that I don't wanted to buy any wine from them, and the vendors stopped and looked at me, in shock, one of them telling the other (in Russian) "he speaks russian... He speaks russian...''
This breaks my heart so much reading these experiences. Because it shows so much hate and ignorance. I just don't understand why people treat their own kind, human kind so badly. Or think so low of their own. It has never made any sense to me to ever be hateful.
Well not my actual story but my uncle's ...he was in a plane with this Arab couples behind talking about how a black man is able to afford travelling from Saudia arabia to India.... And stating the fact that my uncle is a Nigerian. After disembarking from the plane my uncle went forward to greet them in Arabic and stating his travel was for medical treatment all in Arabic ... They were all in awe😂
My cousin's boyfriend was coming to visit from Finland. She had to work, so I offered to pick him up at the airport to go to her place and wait with him. He wanted to eat "exotic food" so we went to a Somali restaurant. We got what the hostess recommended . Delicious variety of food and bread. Our waitress/hostess was a beautiful, tall, very dark, statuesque Somali. She looked to me like an elegant goddess and so interesting to talk to and ask questions of. The whole time the BF was bitching to me in Finnish about how lousy and bizarre the food was. After telling him to shut up or I was leaving, he said, "at least I know how to cook!" I was so PO'd I stood up and went to pay, leaving him. On the way out the woman gave me a big hug said to be sure to come back. She then said to BF, in perfect Finnish, "At least WE know how to behave in someone else's house" I adore that woman. Have been back several times :)
I brought my newborn daughter to my mom’s office since her co-workers had been harping to see her. I noticed 2 women sitting on the bench outside as I was walking up to the building. Walked past and went up to the employee private entrance and rang the bell. One lady says in English: "You're at the wrong door, benefits are through there" I responded that I'm fine, I know where I'm going. Now before I continue, I have to say I am Haitian with light skin and my daughters’ father is Irish, so my daughter was a lil fair skinned pink baby with dark blue eyes and super straight (that it stood up) black hair...also I should mention that some biracial babies don’t get much color until they are around 6 months old if they get any at all. The ladies start talking in Kreyol and all I heard was "look at that girl with that white baby...she's so stupid and doesn't know what door to use...she must think that having that white baby will get her a better life but she’s right here with the rest
continued....of us.” I just stood there through all of it and eventually the employee door opens, and my mom and all her co-workers were there all excited and grabbed the baby carrier. Right before I walked in, I turned to the ladies who were just staring and said in Kreyol “before you start running your mouth about someone make sure they can’t understand you” My mom was like what was that about and I told her don’t worry about it, it’s fine.
Load More Replies...was in disney's epcot italian gift shop. my parents both immigrated from italy, and i wanted to get them and my grandmother a gift. two women with strong jersey accents come in loud as all hell talking about how they've got italian blood in them and making up histories of different things for sale. they were also super rude to the staff and never put anything they picked up back where they found it. the cashier and stock girl were mocking them in italian, basically calling them stupid american trash. i was content to let them be, but one made such a great joke that i laughed out loud from the corner i was shopping in. both workers looked to me panicked, but i just told them in italian that it was a funny joke and i was just listening.
I worked as a hotel concierge while I was in College. We had a lot of international guests. One evening a French trio checked in and one of then said in French
Where dido I park the damn car? I knew some French and with out thinking said in French "you take the first right from the front and follow it around and park behind the building. I don't know which of us was more surprised.
Load More Replies...Sitting in New Zealand. My boss and his boss spoke Afrikaans. They would have private conversations in Afrikaans in our open plan office. Once they left, our third coworker who was a dual NZ/UK citizen, but born in Zimbabwe would then tell us about what projects were about to be cancelled etc. When both managers resigned on the same day, we had to act surprised as we all already knew it was coming. They never realised to this day their conversations were not in secret
My niece told me this one. She was working in a Mcdonalls far from the turistic sites (we live in México city), she wasn't a cashier yet, she was flipping burgers and she heard an old lady trying to order, but none of the cashiers speak english (not even the mánager!!), so she left her burgers, go to the front and start asking the woman what was her order, the lady laught, she was relieved and my nice patiently explain all the menú to her and how many to pay for each combo or ítem. The lady was happy, so her mánager and automatically she was promoted to cashier, for some reason that month many english speaker costumers go to her mcdonalls and she was awarded with the employee of the month for 3 month straight.
Maybe its not a funny story, but I love telling this one! One time my family was at a conservatory taking a tour of the plants and there was a Chinese group in front of us. One of them couldn't pronounce the name of one of the plants in English and the other guys were making fun of him. It was really funny to listen to them trade insults during the entire 2 hour tour but I tried not to laugh so they wouldn't see the Native American girl behind them understanding Chinese! (Sorry for any English mistakes, French is my primary language)
I have a Filipina coworker who used to work in Dubai and through the other foreigners working there she actually learned some Punjabi. Recently at work, some Indian guys were being really rude about having to wear masks and were complaining amongst themselves in Punjabi. She told them "Don't swear at me" and they were so shocked that she understood their Punjabi swears. They responded they were swearing about masks not at her. They were so embarrassed that we were all laughing about it for days. You always pick up the curse words first.
I was sitting in a bus when one woman started talking to her husband in my other native language really loudly: "Aww man I have to fart all the time! I am sure it's because of all the onions!" It was so hard to keep a straight face to not embarrass her but when they got off I couldn't hold it any longer. Then I translated it for my people, so we had a real good laugh. 😂😂😂
In my opinion, this is the best story: Meryl Streep and Dino De Laurentiis https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H6IZ_R-0-zQ