Which is ironic because there are non French speaking French teachers in certain province of the prairies. Extra Ironic is the province I live in is the one with the highest rate of bilingualism in Canada
That happened to me in Mandarin once. I was getting my ebike fixed, some other customer started talking to me. I didn't understand what he said, and he started saying it slower and louder. The other customers in the shop saw what was happening and were like, hey he doesn't understand, buddy. I was sheepish, damn I live in the country, I should be able to speak the national language, right?
Oddly enough, I felt awesome after this encounter. Usually if they see your face they won't even try, or will just treat you like they were talking to a cow or something. The fact that I got treated like a peasant from the countryside was an amazing achievement. I felt, just for a moment, like one of them.
Today, shit, most young people speak English. Anyone who serves tourist destinations certainly will. It kind of sucks, honestly.
must be another dimension of stupid when you are the world's tyrant but don't want to learn your subject's languages.
But nah the USSR are the one that is bad totalitarianism because they don't respect local customs or something
Heh, heh, heh. You can't get anywhere in Canada's government without learning French and passing the exams.
I look forward to when they add Mandarin. It should already be mandatory in Vancouver.
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Which is ironic because there are non French speaking French teachers in certain province of the prairies. Extra Ironic is the province I live in is the one with the highest rate of bilingualism in Canada
What are you, a New Brunswick man?
That dimension exists everywhere
think speaking English louder will get them better service at a foreign tourist destination.
That happened to me in Mandarin once. I was getting my ebike fixed, some other customer started talking to me. I didn't understand what he said, and he started saying it slower and louder.
The other customers in the shop saw what was happening and were like, hey he doesn't understand, buddy. I was sheepish, damn I live in the country, I should be able to speak the national language, right?
Oddly enough, I felt awesome after this encounter. Usually if they see your face they won't even try, or will just treat you like they were talking to a cow or something. The fact that I got treated like a peasant from the countryside was an amazing achievement. I felt, just for a moment, like one of them.
Today, shit, most young people speak English. Anyone who serves tourist destinations certainly will. It kind of sucks, honestly.
Interesting advise, i'll give it to some american going to saigon in 1968 on January 30th
one of my Spanish-only neighbors does this to me lol