Cross-cultural Interactions, Indeed
On a blustery afternoon, propelled forward by serious low blood sugar and a lingering head cold, I popped into the drive-through lane at Muchas Gracias, my fave spot for Mexi fast food.
Not one to pass up an opp to use my ever-evolving Spanish skills, however so easy, so slight the interaction, I ordered my chips ‘n guac ‘n pico de gallo en Español.
The Mexican woman working the window spoke to me in English. And continued to do so through the entire interaction even though I hung in there. Green salsa? Si, salsa verde. With cheese? Si, con queso.
By the time we got to Have a good day! Tengan un buen dia! we both cracked up.
