My Mom and I just returned from a quick run to the grocery store. Usually I’m the only one I hear speaking English, so when I hear it come out of someone else’s mouth my ears automatically tune in. Especially when that person sounds like an American. It’s just what my ears do.
Unfortunately I wish I hadn’t heard what this loud gringa lady was saying to the cashier a few lanes from mine.
Cashier: Do you live here or just visiting?
Lady: Oh visiting! I could never live here. Too third world. And the driving!
She did some chuckling and the cashier mumbled something about the driving. But REALLY? THIRD WORLD? Hardly.
I’m in no way an accomplished globe trotter, but I have been to a real third world village and sorry lady, Mayaguez just ain’t one. Any city which has multiple hospitals, car dealerships, a Walmart, and a movie theatre is not third world. Did she even realize she was still in US territory?
And even if you don’t particularly care for a place, why on earth would you insult it in front of a local? For all you know they are proud of their home. Stop looking at the potholes and start noticing what makes this place nice.
I was embarrassed. And insulted too. You know lady, this is my home now too. And I chose it. We coulda moved anywhere in the whole wide world and we came here.
My mom and I fumed until we got home. Should I have said something to her? I had the chance. Honestly, I didn’t want to take the effort to confront such an idiot. What I really wanted to do was apologize to the cashier.
Lesson: Different is not worse.