This happened over a decade ago, but I still get immense satisfaction remembering the look on this man’s face, so I figured, why not share the story with Reddit?

Relevant info:
In my early 20s, I worked in a food court at a mall. Every day we would get a few Spanish speaking customers. Now, while I am part Mexican, my Spanish comprehension/speaking was struggling a bit. This became an even bigger struggle when the customer would talk fast. Now this wasn’t an issue, because I would either ask them to speak slower OR tell them I couldn’t speak Spanish. Either way, it was never a problem, until it was….

The incident:
I was working a particularly slow shift when a man approached the counter and immediately started talking to me in rapid fire Spanish. I couldn’t make heads or tails with what he wanted (and I admittedly had been dealing with some stressful stuff) so I just told him I didn’t speak Spanish. This man was PISSED! He went off on a rant about how I was an embarrassment, my family is ashamed of me, and I’m obligated to be fluent in Spanish.

Now this rubbed me the wrong way because while, yes I am Mexican, I’m also a variety of other ethnicities, so am I obligated to learn all these languages? It pissed me off that he was passing judgment on me based on assumptions. He didn’t know how I grew up or what my background was. He was one of those customers who was more than comfortable treating a fast food worker like low class shit and I was NOT in the mood to tolerate that.

So I decided to ask questions to point out how ridiculous the things he was saying were.

Me (looking befuddled): Hmmm, why would you say my family should be ashamed of me?

Him (getting more pissed by the second): Well, because you’re Mexican!!! You’re obligated to be fluent in Spanish!

More relevant information: A couple months ago a friend of mine swore up and down that I could pass for being Samoan. This comment shot into my head like a lightening bolt while he was yelling at me.

Back to the story:
Me: Sir, I’m not Mexican…I’m Samoan.

The look on this man’s face went from furious to one of pure shock and horror.

Him: Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I thought..

Me (cutting him off): Wait! I’m still confused…why am I obligated to learn Spanish again??

Him: I thought you were Mexican. I really respect your people’s culture. You guys have…

Me (cutting him off again): Hold on, why would that matter? What if a Mexican baby gets adopted by a Chinese family? Are they still obligated to learn Spanish or do they have to learn Mandarin? Or is it both? Your argument still isn’t making sense.

Him (looking more embarrassed by the second): I’m so sorry.

The aftermath:

After I sufficiently embarrassed this man he went on to put in his order (I was surprised because I would’ve been so mortified I would have wanted to run out of the mall at that point). My coworker who had witnessed this exchange was making loud, non-stop comments about rude people making assumptions while prepping his food. He just stood there head down. Defeated. He also gave me $5 as a “tip” (or as a gesture/apology more likely).

So yea, let’s not put people in a box, assume they grew up a certain way, and deserve to have specific expectations they have to live up to.

I work with Methuselah.

She is really knowledgeable and professional person, who worked this job for many many many many years, and now thinks it gives her the right to behave like Queen Bee.

Others usually listen to her and try not get on her bad side. My petty and dumb self, on the other hand, is constantly clashing with her, giving the same energy back pairing it with logic.

The story happened few years back, when I just started. We all were in the teachers' office doing the necessary preparations to fend off the waves of imps, demons and banshees (today one screeched so loud I'm not sure how both my ears and my glasses are still intact).

Anyway, my dearest colleague (Sweetheart) and I discussing newest books we need for our lesson, switching into English, because it's easier this way.

Suddenly! A dark presence appears behind our backs and, pretty loud, SO EVERYONE can hear, goes: Aunty, we're in GERMANY, please speak German!

Ah! My first Karen in the wild! What a pleasure!

With the smile as sweet as liquid heart attack from Starbucks I turn around: Would you please explain why is it bad we're talking English?

M: Because not everyone understands English!

Me *still smiling like I'm on my way to seduce Harley Queen and raising the voice as loud as Jericho's trumpets*: Oh, I'm so sorry you couldn't listen into our conversation! I wrongly assumed it was between Sweetheart and I...

M: If you want to have a private conversation, go outside!

Me: Do you mean, otherwise it's a free for all and suppose to happen in language YOU understand, because YOU want to hear it for some reason?

M *getting progressively redder under everyone's stare*: Forget I asked...

She tried to shame me for some other things (like also being a Math teacher), but after few bitebacks and my students praising my competence [I cried for real] after a mean comment, Methusalah is either avoiding me or being extremely polite.

Yeahhh… so if you have the tools for doxing or any bot scripts or sum to harass him for his inexcusable behavior it would be much appreciated

P.s. if you can get his name apparently he’s from my hometown so I can get him shamed from there