Speaking multiple languages is a valuable skill that can open doors to different cultures and help you make new friends. However, the ability to speak different languages can also lead to some unexpected, even hilarious, moments. Multilingual people are frequently put in situations where they can understand a conversation that others believe they cannot, and their reactions can be both witty and priceless. In this article, we will look at some of the most amusing and surprising instances when multilingual people stunned others with their language skills, leaving them speechless and, in many cases, impressed!
My girlfriend and I live in Ottawa, Canada. I grew up speaking French my whole life, and she knows enough to understand others speaking. We were in a restaurant, which was relatively empty except for us and another very French couple at a table nearby (close enough to hear their conversation). Eventually, the other girl started talking about my girlfriend’s clothing, saying things like ‘mauvais choix’ (bad choice). I suspect they were visiting from Quebec and just didn’t realize that most people here speak a bit of French, but as we were leaving, I turned to them and said ‘bonne journee!’ (‘good day!’). The look on her face still pops into my head occasionally and it makes everything feel right in the world.
Not me, but my stepmother. She grew up in Japan and speaks fluent Japanese. She looks Italian and white. She has an olive skin tone, and since she is only a quarter Japanese, she doesn’t look like she is from any east Asian-speaking country.
One day she and some friends went to get their nails (both hands and feet) done at a salon for some “girl time”. The ladies who were doing the work were speaking fluent Japanese and were mostly gossiping about men and other things until they got to the feet part of said procedure.
My stepmother’s friend is a little overweight, and she doesn’t have runway model-style of feet. Well, the ladies who work at the salon are just starting to make fun of her in Japanese. Laughing and giggling; enjoying themselves in someone else’s misfortune and looks.
My stepmother said she let this go on for too long. It was about 5 minutes of them talking sh*t before my stepmother replied In Japanese. Her comment to them:
“I didn’t realize that we needed to look like princesses to get service here”. (Something along those lines).
The ladies stopped and looked at my stepmother with extreme guilt. They apologized in English and were silent the remainder of the time my stepmother and her friends were there.
I lived in South Korea for three years, but I never learned too much of the language. A friend of mine is 100% Korean but is very tall and was educated in America and New Zealand so she has an American accent. Her co-teachers at her school all assumed she couldn’t speak Korean so they would talk sh*t about her constantly while she would listen on and feel terrible. She said nothing for a whole year until she had to speak at the end-of-year ceremony. The school offered her someone to translate but she refused and in front of 800 or so students and faculty members, she delivered her address in perfect Korean. She subtly called out the coworkers that had spent an entire year calling her a foreign pig. Apparently one started crying from the shame of it. I wish I had got to see that.
A flemish guy here. Working as a safari guide in the Kruger area, South Africa.
One time, my boss asks me to go pick a family of 4 up at the Klaserie reserve gate, do an afternoon game drive with them, and drop them off again afterwards. This was very uncommon; normally we only do game drives with people that book a room in our own lodge on the reserve.
So I pick them up, introduce myself and go over the rules, all in English. They reply in English, or at least: the dad does, and normally I can pick up straight away if it’s someone from France, Belgium, Holland or Germany. But his English was Oxford English. So I thought; English people. Off we went!
10 minutes into the game drive I hear them speak in Flemish, and not only that, IN MY OWN DIALECT. Side note; every Flemish town has a dialect, we can hear what region/province other Flemish people are from, and if from the same region, we can often even pinpoint the exact little town or community they are from.
Oooh, I was going to have fun with these folks! Found a few nice animal sightings, and spoke English all the time, but then one sentence to the next switched to their exact dialect. I thought; now they’re going to be surprised! But nope… we all kept chatting in Flemish now. Only 20 minutes later, the daughter, maybe 10 years old, goes “wait a minute; he speaks Flemish!”
After all, had a good laugh, I asked them where they were from. They literally lived one street away from me. It’s a small world, folks!
I’m American, but can read and speak Russian at an intermediate level. A few years ago while visiting St. Petersburg, I was buying tickets for the hydrofoil to Peterhof. All the signs at the ticket booth were in Russian, and I could read the ticket prices. The ticket agent assumed I didn’t know Russian and tried to tell me the ticket cost three times more than the stated price. I looked her right in the eye and said in Russian, “I see on the board here that the ticket I want is (x) rubles.” Her jaw dropped, and the ticket agent sitting next to her started laughing her *ss off.
I’m Brazilian and was flying to Rio from Atlanta. There were these two very attractive girls with their mother speaking English very fluently and one of them had their seat right next to mine. We exchanged some courtesy in English as I just assumed they were American and so did they. They were Brazilian-Americans and so did not have an accent and I started speaking English from a young age so as long as I don’t talk too much I can go unnoticed.
So they start putting their carry-on luggage in the bin overhead and the mother says to her daughters, in Portuguese:
“Coitado, ta achando que vou deixar uma de voces sentar do lado dele.”
Which means
“Poor thing, he thinks I’ll let one of you sit next to him.”
So I just turn to her and say, in Portuguese:
“Don’t worry, ma’am, I’m just being polite. I do have a girlfriend and it’ll be a pleasure to share this flight with you.”
She just went: “oh”
And then she sat there in silence for the whole flight.
My cousin is a big white guy who studied for 2 years in Japan during college. He worked for one of the heads of Honda America for a few years. When the head guy learned that he spoke Japanese, he would make sure my cousin was in all the meetings and phone conferences with the Japanese branch. My cousin would listen to everything the Japanese would be saying to each other and report it to his boss during breaks. As such the boss looked like a psychic to the Japanese because after a break he would address their concerns without being prompted. The boss made mad bonuses every quarter and always funneled a bunch of that to my cousin.
My mum’s a linguist and speaks about 15 languages fluently and as such, I picked up a couple along the way. Most of my childhood was spent in Germany so I have a firm grasp of the language…which doesn’t really seem to match my appearance. I’m a 6’3, 220lbs, black man, who speaks German. Now, this isn’t a too uncommon sight in Germany, but in North America, I’m a f*cking unicorn.
So I was standing at the bus stop one day in the heart of downtown Toronto and there were these two 60-something-year-old German ladies who were not having a good time. They were trying to find the Art Gallery and were fed up with the fact that they were having such a sh*tty time navigating because their English-speaking children had left them alone for the day.
I didn’t have anything particularly important planned for that day, so I turned to them and said something to the effect of “You know, our city has a lot to offer if you know where to look. Would you two like me to show you where the Gallery is, and a couple of places you can get lunch along the way”
They nearly fainted. They were sooooo happy that they found someone who spoke German and couldn’t stop taking pictures with me to show their family ‘the guy that saved their day’. I walked them to the Gallery and gave them a bit of an impromptu walking/bus tour along the way. That was the day I gained two Omas.
Oh, I LOVE this one: So I was working at a dental clinic in Germany, and these 2 guys walk in and start speaking in Arabic, not knowing that both I and my supervisor can understand it. The first guy (actual patient) is nervously telling his friend that this would never work, and his friend is telling him to shut up and play along, so the supervisor and I try to figure out what kinda game they’re trying to play. Apparently, they were trying to lie about the patient’s age to get his dental treatment done for free; (I don’t know how that worked, I was just an intern) unlucky for him, his teeth told the truth (you can’t fake being 16 when your wisdom teeth are ALL THE WAY out)
So me and my supervisor shut up about it, and I’m in actual pain trying to hold back from laughing as the friend is convincing the patient that we’re idiots who don’t speak Arabic and can’t understand their trick. Of course, until I can’t anymore and decide to discuss the case with my supervisor. Right there in front of them. In Arabic.
I have never seen someone turn so many different colours so fast.
When I started working at McDonald’s at 16, none of the other employees realized I could speak a fair amount of Spanish. A few of my coworkers would talk crap about me in Spanish and I pretended for a few weeks that I didn’t know what they were saying.
Then one day a manager told me she was worth more than me because she was bilingual. So I told her (in Spanish) that I was actually trilingual. The looks on their faces when they realized I spoke Spanish all along were priceless.
My family and I went to Sri Lanka for two weeks to see where my mom grew up and the general beach stuff. For some reason, we were like the only people in the hotel we were staying at aside from a wedding party that left a day after we got there.
A few days in there was another family staying there, I believe from Suriname and we were all chilling at the pool and decided to play a game of water polo against each other. Things got exciting and one of the daughters yelled out something in Dutch like “go for the big fat guy!”, my Dutch dad replied “what big fat guy?”, And everybody laughed.
Me and my friend were sharing a cab with two girls we didn’t know. Just decided to share a taxi with them, because it was a long way and we wanted to save some money. They started speaking Swedish not knowing my friend is also Finnish Swede (her mother language is Swedish, and she has been in a Swedish school, but is Finn and speaks Finnish fluently). I understand Swedish but I was too drunk to care. Suddenly she texts me:
“They are planning to leave us with the bill.”
I texted that we should tell the driver so my friend just said:
“These girls will pay half of this before they leave.”
He got the hint and didn’t open the doors before they paid.
Also another time I was at an airport with my aunt. She had broken her leg so she was in a wheelchair, but because we were going on a beach holiday, we decided not to cancel it. Now my aunt has lived in Germany and speaks it fluently, I’ve lived there too so I understand it well, but I’m not fluent. We speak Finnish, something just to pass the time when the flight attendant asks us to go on the plane first. This middle-aged man turns to her wife and says in German:
“I don’t think disabled people should be allowed on planes.”
My aunt, who is a true bad*ss, asks me to stop, I was pushing her wheelchair, turns to the man and says in perfect German:
“I’m sorry sir, but I broke my leg and didn’t want to cancel my holiday plans. You are being incredibly offensive towards handicapped people and I feel sorry for your wife. Have a nice flight.”
He turned red, couldn’t even say anything to us and just looked away. His wife looked mortified.
When I was stationed in Korea, I was getting a haircut and the hairdresser had like an assistant or a new person helping her get me seated and prepared. She says to the main girl “He looks like a baby!” (I have a baby face and was like 22 at the time). I responded in Korean with, “I look like a baby?”
She was really startled and embarrassed and noped out of there for the rest of the haircut. The main hairdresser took advantage of being able to talk with me in Korean, though.
The people at the Chinese food place on my campus spoke Chinese to the door exchange students. But even tho I spoke Chinese I just always spoke English to them since I have an accent when I speak Chinese. But one day I got all meat no rice since I had a rice maker at home. And when I was paying the lady said to the person beside her “fat *ss wants meat no rice”. And I responded in Chinese, “actually I have rice at home”. They didn’t charge me for the order and started giving me a bit extra whenever I go there.
So I don’t speak Spanish fluently, but I understand it just fine. I used to sell cars in Houston and as you can imagine, we had a lot of bilingual Spanish speakers come to buy cars from us. They never asked if my super clean-cut white guy self spoke Spanish, so I never told them I did.
It was fun to have a couple that would speak English to me and Spanish to each other. They would literally tell each other everything like how much they wanted to pay and their negotiating tactics… They would say things like, “if he offers to take $500 off let’s do it, but I’m going to ask for $1000”.
So once they said yes, inevitability one would ask the other a product question in Spanish and I’d jump in and answer in English. The looks on their faces when they have that “a-ha” moment were priceless.
A friend of mine was visiting my country for a few days from Italy. He was staying in a hostel dorm that happened to have a group of German tourists sharing it. He said anytime he was back in the dorm he would hear them laughing and making fun of him in German.
Little did they know he speaks fluent German.
He stayed quiet for the few days he was there and remained perfectly pleasant, speaking English to them when they had conversations but otherwise keeping to himself. On the last day as he was leaving the dorm, he turned to the group to say goodbye and added “I hope you all enjoy the rest of your trip” in German to them. He said the look on their faces was priceless when they realised he’d understood everything they’d been saying about him.
I was actually in the US in a deli around the time when the World Cup was going on in 2014. I was wearing a National team jersey and had been watching with my family. We usually paint the colors of our flag on our cheeks (tradition). The game was over and we were getting food.
So my parents, brother and I walk into a booth. We sit and the people behind us (three middle-aged women) start speaking in Hebrew saying: “look at these stupid Mexicans (which should have been a giveaway since the word for Mexicans in Hebrew is “Mexican”) being loud and thinking they own the place. Typical”.
Well, I turn around look at them and answer in Hebrew: “yes we are very proud of our country and the great job they are doing at the World Cup. If it bothers you, you can move”.
The look on their faces was priceless. I’ve never felt so empowered…until Mexico did a sh*t job and got eliminated from the cup.
I have another one. Different city but the same backwater Chinese background.
I take the long-distance bus to go see a customer.
At the end of the ride, the driver goes to the trunk and hand over the baggage and check that your token number is the same as the one on the baggage. Everyone is in front of the trunk, the driver is turned toward the trunk and can’t see us.
So I am in hurry and ask the driver to take out my blue bags because I need to catch my train. The driver takes it out, turns back to hand it over and…
I am in the middle of both hands toward him.
He looks at me, obviously confused.
Then he looks to my left. no one seems to be interested in the bag.
Looks back at me, I am waving my hands like “give me, give me”
Not convinced, sure that was a Chinese who asked for that bag he bends himself to look to my right. Everyone looks bored and waits for their bag.
I once interviewed for a part-time school holiday job, together with a good friend of mine. My friend is Chinese, the majority race in the country I live in. I, however, am quite clearly not.
The first thing the HR manager says when he sees me is “We need someone who speaks Mandarin”, a criterion not stated anywhere in the employment ad, and which subtly translates to “Chinese candidates preferred”.
My friend, while ethnically Chinese, speaks little to no Mandarin. I, on the other hand, speak it rather fluently.
Probably as a test, the HR manager decides to field us questions in Mandarin, clearly intent on cutting me out of the interview.
My friend turns pale, as he stumbles along to answer the question posed in whatever halting Mandarin he can scrape together.
The manager then turns to me, rather arrogantly, waiting for my reply.
It gave me great joy to tell him straight to his face “Thank you for the opportunity, but clearly I am not the right candidate you are looking for to fill this position since I am not Chinese” in crisp fluent Mandarin.
The look of bewilderment on his face was priceless.
I recently went to Japan for my first-ever international trip and was totally prepared to have to struggle through all my day-to-day interactions in Japanese but was surprised at how widespread even a basic understanding of English is over there. Everyone assumes you won’t speak any Japanese at all so they stick to as much English as they’re comfortable with or you basically just play charades.
At a restaurant in Kobe, the waitress was practically fluent in English so we chatted for a while and it came up that I’m studying Japanese so we had a little small talk and she was impressed. Then the owner came over to talk but wasn’t as confident in his English so he had the waitress translate. He was asking all these questions about where we’d been so far, where we were staying, how we liked everything if we’d been down to Kobe Port yet, etc. It was simple enough that I understood 100% without her translation, and the waitress could tell. Finally, she says to him, in Japanese “By the way, he understands what you’re saying.” His eyes practically bugged out of his head and he got SUPER excited and asked if we wouldn’t mind waiting 30 minutes for him to close up and send everyone home.
So, I wait, he closes everything up and we all end up hanging out that night. He drove us around the city, bought us drinks, and even drove back to the Airbnb. Japan is amazing.
Back in 2010, I was at the Hmong New Year in St. Paul/Minneapolis with my family when this happened. This event is pretty big and there used to be literally thousands of Hmong people there, it’s an event where we basically celebrate our heritage. I am Hmong (Southeast Asian), but I look like I’m Hispanic just to give you some background. Anyways, I had to go to the bathroom because y’know, I’m only human and all. When I went to go wash my hands, these two older guys (probably about 35-40) come in and as soon as they see me, they say something (in Hmong) along the lines of, “These d*mn Mexicans thinking they can come to our New Year. Maybe we should call the cops to take him back home to Mexico, hahahahahaha.” Well, in comes my cousin by sheer luck so I ask him in Hmong, “Hey, where did you guys go? Last time I saw you guys was at the ball tossing area (it’s this weird courting activity that involves throwing a tennis ball/softball while flirting).” We end our very short conversation and then as I was exiting the bathroom, I made absolutely sure that I gave the most judgemental look ever to those two men. It worked like a charm and you could tell by their facial expressions that they knew they messed up.
Was walking to class with my girlfriend when we ran into the janitor who also happened to work with my girlfriend at Home Depot. They greeted each other in Spanish and then the janitor asked in Spanish ” is he the same one or the other one?” She looked at me knowing I knew what she said and tried to laugh it off.
As that happened we both walked into an elevator together because we were heading to Spanish class together. When we got in the elevator I got pissed and questioned her. She seemed to be just as surprised as I was about the whole situation and claims she didn’t know why she would say that. No, I didn’t break up with her and we’ve been dating for over a year now. I assume it’s because a couple of weeks prior, we ran into this same janitor who had seen me with my girlfriend for the first and said something about I was cute. A couple of weeks later with a beard and haircut she probably forgot what I looked like so I blamed it on that. Nevertheless, was wary about the whole thing and she has even questioned why I never thought more about it. Gut feeling I guess
I was on a tour bus with my grandmother going to a luau in Hawaii, my grandmother spoke fluent Italian as both her parents were Italian immigrants. Two young women behind us were speaking to each other in Italian, probably assuming none of the other tourists could understand them. My grandmother told me (I don’t speak but a few words in Italian) that they were insulting everyone on the bus. She let it go on for a while but just kept getting angrier and angrier as the ride went on. Finally, she turned around and told them off, telling them they should be ashamed of themselves for being so rude. They looked so embarrassed and apologized to her profusely. Getting told off by a grandmother on a tour bus was not what they expected.
He was in Kuwait with his wife and 20 dollars to his name, applying for a job with a big hotel company I believe the Marriott. He interviews all in Arabic and he waits in the lobby to talk to the final guy for the job. Two of his previous interviewers walk past him and say in French “what’s he still doing here he didn’t get the job?” My grandfather then stands up and says “if I didn’t get the job why did you have me sit and wait here for no reason?” They look back at him and say “you speak French? You are hired”. One of my favorites!
My family and I were flying to Greece from Houston to visit family, and two groups are also on this 10hr flight: student ambassador middle/high schoolers, mostly girls, from the US, and a youth male Greek soccer team. And of course, they were all sitting by us with their chaperones at the other end of the plane.
The boys are hitting on and flirting with these girls about 2-4 yrs younger than them, all over each other. They moved seats so they can sit with the girls, and they were so loud and obnoxious that the whole plane was pissed off (except the crew who did f*ck all about it apparently).
The boys were also talking amongst themselves in Greek. My mother speaks fluently from years of Greek school and many a summer raised in the Peloponnese hillside.
At some point, while all 3 of us are just sitting there reading, sleeping, trying to watch the tiny tv at the front of the plane and listening over these kids constantly talking, my mother jumps up and goes over to the group and says:
“These boys are calling you fat and stupid. They also think American girls are so easy. By the way, he (she points at the one guy who was the most all over this one girl) is 18. They have girlfriends waiting for them in the terminal. Now shut up so I can sleep”
They all shuffled back to their appropriate seats, silent. Best flight ever after that.
Uplifting one. I’m white and I was at a bar in Beijing dancing with a couple of white friends, when I overhear a girl telling her friends I’m cute and deciding whether to say hi to me.
The thing about being white in Beijing is that you stand out in any bar you’re in. Don’t even have to be attractive.
I know Chinese from study and exchange so after like 10 minutes of on-and-off dancing near the group, I leaned in and said “I think you’re cute too” to the girl in Chinese.
I was in an elevator going back up to my apartment after working out some two years ago and I had a man bun at that time. There were 6 other guys in the elevator speaking Arabic so I just listened as I usually do. Then, one of the guys goes, “Haha. Look at this guy’s hair. It’s ridiculous.”
I turn around and respond, “You want to say that again?”
The five other dudes proceed to die of laughter with one of them screaming, “I knew you were Arab! I knew you were Arab!”
I ended up laughing alongside them to their one friend who felt super awkward.
I once worked as a door-to-door salesman for a concentrated multi-surface cleaner made from enzymes or somesuch. I get it, people don’t like being bugged at home, but just tell me that and I’ll be on my way with a “Sorry for bugging you at home.” Don’t lie to me.
This one guy one day interrupted my pitch with “No hablo Ingles.” So I backtracked, apologized and began my sales pitch, completely en Espanolish. When he heard a couple of sentences of this, he said, “No thank you, we don’t want any cleaner.” To which I replied, “No hablo Ingles.”
When I was teaching kids in Japan, I would only respond with “English only” to their Japanese, I did this for a few reasons:
To make them think I didn’t speak Japanese.
To make them use English more.
So I could scare the crap out of them once I decided to speak Japanese.
Some kid in an English school didn’t do his homework, when I asked him for it, he told me in English that he “forgot” his book. He then turns to his classmate and says in Japanese that his book is in his bag and he didn’t do his homework because he couldn’t be bothered. I said nothing.
Come to the end of the class, his mother is waiting in the reception, along with my Japanese manager, so I tell the manager in English that he didn’t do his homework, I hear the conversation between the kid and his mom – with him giving the same “forgot” bullsh*t.
So, I just say in perfect Japanese “Why are you saying you forgot the book? When I asked you in the class, you told the other student that it’s in your bag and you didn’t do the homework, because you couldn’t be bothered. I’m sorry, didn’t you know that I could understand Japanese?”
Mom opens the bag, finds the book, smacks the kid on the head with the book and tells him to sit in the reception doing his homework. Kid cries. All is good.
One time my best friend and I were people-watching at the mall, and we randomly started rating the men around us. In sign language, of course. There was this one dude sitting near us and we start rating his looks and his body. I said that he looked like he had a nice butt and that his eyes were really beautiful, with the color of the deep ocean. so I rated him a 10/10. Then he came over to us and then told us in sign language: “Thanks for the compliments, ladies. you really made my day, haha.” We were both so shocked and embarrassed.
A lady on the bus was being a b*tch and slagging people off in Greek until she got to me. She was being excessively nasty about my chipped nail varnish, I don’t know either maybe she was having a bad day. As soon as I clocked it I turned around and looked her dead in the eye with my very Greek face and she stopped. She then sat in the seat in front of me where I sat and called my mom, also Greek, who I had a conversation with for the duration of the bus journey about the rude lady who slagged my nails off because she thought I couldn’t understand, in Greek. It was delicious.
My grandmother, who grew up in a Yiddish-speaking household, but does not look particularly Jewish, lives in an area near a large Hasidic community. She has many stories of people saying all sorts of things in Yiddish assuming that she can’t understand but I have one particular favorite.
She was in the supermarket and a little Hasidic boy of about 3 or 4 is wandering around, clearly lost. He sort of nuzzles up against her skirt and says “Mama mama,” in Yiddish. She replies in Yiddish that she’s not his mom but he can come with her and they’ll find her together. The little kid looks up at her with a look of horror and runs away screaming “Mama Mama! The shikse speaks Yiddish!”
Went to a taco shop with my SO; the kind that has half the menu in Spanish, and the other half in English. Only two people there spoke English. SO is Hispanic, but doesn’t speak Spanish. I’m Jewish, but I studied Spanish for 5yrs, and am quite fluent.
We order to-go and are sitting and waiting for our food. We’re right by the kitchen, so I can hear what people are saying in there. My ears perk up when I hear “gringa” (I’m the only white woman in there), so I, of course, start listening.
At full speaking volume, I hear these two ladies talking about how a nice Mexican boy doesn’t need to be dating “a skinny white b*tch”, and how it’s embarrassing that we’re together. Now, at this point, we’ve been waiting on our food for about 25min. I see one of the ladies walking out, so I go ask her, in Spanish, if our to-go order would be ready soon.
If she had a tail, it would’ve been tucked between her legs. She very quietly said “I’ll go check” while not daring to make eye contact. I’ve never seen someone get too sheepish.
The kicker? They messed up our order. I went back and told them that maybe if they spent less time talking about their customers, and focused more on their orders, I wouldn’t have had to wait so long for my food to be wrong; all in Spanish. Petty? Maybe. Still felt good. I get enough crap about being a mixed-race couple from my own family, I don’t need it from strangers.
My uncle has a good one. My family are originally from India/Pakistan and speaks Urdu, but my mom’s family moved to rural Arkansas in the late 70s. It was a really small town, like never seen brown people small, but they ended up living there for over 20 years.
Anyway, when my uncle was in high school, they had a math teacher from Japan. One day the teacher was berating my uncle for something (in English of course) and my uncle got mad and cursed him out in Urdu. The teacher replied very calmly, in Urdu: “don’t ever use that sort of language in my class again, understand?” Pretty sure my uncle’s jaw hit the floor. He didn’t expect a Japanese guy living in a small town in Arkansas to speak Urdu.
Well, I’m an African-American guy in Tennessee with a big afro and a deep voice. That being said, I’ve been teaching myself, Russian, for the past few years. I’m not fluent yet, but I’m getting better. My boxing coach of 4 years was Russian and spoke it to me often enough.
So, I work at a small wine and spirits store downtown in my city. Because of the location, most tourists who stay at the local Sheraton and Marriott come visit us because we are so close. Elvis week some time ago brings in people from all over so we always get tourists. These two Russian guys come in looking for not vodka. I show them the Talisker Storm and they decide to take a look around for a while. I poured them some wine samples we had out as well and reassured them I’d help them find whatever they wanted. As they were walking around they were saying in Russian how nice the store was and how nice I was. The taller one even complimented my hair lol. They brought up the Talisker to the counter and I gave them a discount. The taller guy asked why and I responded in Russian “Because you like my hair”. They both turned super red and started laughing saying I’m awesome. Then we went by the growler station and they started telling me about Russia while we drank Ghost River. Good times.
I’m half Indonesian. I was born and lived there for quite some time before I moved to the States. I was on vacation in Jakarta this past summer, visiting family and catching up with old friends.
I went out one night with an old friend I was extremely close with. Let’s call her Y. We pretty much went on a date. I took her to the movies, had dinner, and we spent a good amount of time at the arcades. We linked up with our old clique afterwards.
When I dropped her home, her mom was at the door. I got out of the car to greet her and show her some respect. As soon as she sees me, she says, in English, “Hello! My name is X, I’m Y’s mother. Did you guys have fun?” Afterwards, she starts whispering to her daughter. I was able to hear a bit of it and realized they were speaking in conversational Bahasa. I overheard the lines, “Ini cowok yang kamu bilang, ya? Kalian sudah pacaran?” Which translates as “Is this the boy you were talking about? Are you guys dating now?” Her daughter just blushes in embarrassment, hugs me, and says good night to me as she assumes I’m about to leave.
Before I leave, I say good night, and I just let out this line, “Terima kasih, Ibu. Selamat malam. Semoga saya dan Y bisa ketemu lagi minggu depan sebelom saya balik ke America.” Which translates to “Thank you, ma’am. Good night! Hope your daughter and I can meet up again next week before I have to head back to the States.”
Her jaw just dropped, she was extremely surprised and realized that I understood what she was saying to her daughter; her daughter was just laughing at her. She hits me up later that night on FT saying her mom was still not over the fact that I am fluent in Bahasa. She then confesses her feelings to me.
My mom is half Filipino and half Chinese, and we lived in Hong Kong for most of my childhood before we came to North America, so we’re all fluent in Cantonese. One day, my mom was trying to send money to relatives back in Asia through Western Union. The teller at the desk was a portly Chinese man. My mother had an argument with the man because he was trying to charge her some arbitrary “convenience fee” of $10 that she has never been charged for before. They fight over it for a while in English, going back and forth. Eventually, another employee comes, and asks the teller my mom was arguing with “What’s going on?” In Cantonese. The teller proceeds to say “this stupid b*tch refuses to pay me, I can’t get her chubby *ss out of here”. At this point my mom is livid. She takes a deep breath and calmly answers “well maybe I’d leave if you let me send money to my family, and stop charging me extra so you can buy lunch for YOUR chubby *ss.” Both employee’s cheeks turn red and suddenly become extremely nice, grovelling and praising my mom’s fluency in Cantonese and nervously laughing and repeating “we didn’t know you were Chinese!” over and over. The convenience fee suddenly disappeared.
