a "conversation."
conversation between me and poor english speaker.
"thank you for calling toyota canada, this is ali, how can i help you?"
"uhh... i ... am ... accident?"
".... okay?"
"you...send someone, for help?"
"do you need a tow truck, ma'am?"
"uh....... is... 2004 matrix? i am accident."
"ma'am, do you need a TOW TRUCK?"
"...."
"what can we help you with ma'am!?"
"my english ... is not of good. my car was accident, i need someone help."
"if you give me a second, i'll transfer you over to our roadside assistance department."
"what?"
"just hold on."
i push the button to transfer her. the computerized voice lady says "Press 1 for service in English, Press 2 for service in French."
the question is, what the fuck do i press for what this woman was speaking!?
sigh.
i'm very racially tolerant. i'd love for there to be one universal language, and we could all live in harmony and buy the world all kinds of cokes. but as it stands, there isn't, and thus it's expected that people who want to function in a given society will learn its language. thus, racial tolerance aside, i'm much less tolerant of people having no fucking clue how to speak the english language. and i see no real problem in making fun of them for it. i'm sure if i went to china and started speaking chinese, they'd sure as hell make fun of me for what a mockery i was making of the language. foreign people are free to not be able to speak english for shit. and i'm free to hate talking to them until they do. every call i get in which i have to repeat myself over, and over, and over again, just makes my day that much longer and more irritating.
note also that the term "racial tolerance" is kind of sickening. it's like ... race is this defect that people have, so we should learn to accept them in spite of it. how about the fact that maybe race is completely meaningless, and that it's not something we should 'tolerate,' it's something we should ignore? people are people are people. i guess it's just another example of a linguistic construct that marginalizes difference.
posted by ali @ 9:21 a.m.
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Yeah I found your blog through mel's or brian's blog one day as well. I'm not a fan of the white, black and green colour scheme, but to each his own. haha.
anyways, i didn't actually read this post yet so i'll make a formal comment on it later.
I, however, am racially tolerant of your colour scheme.
Isn't that word so racist. Like for real.
Can you send me a tow truck? Can you be in it...it'll be like those pornography films. You know the ones...
*tee hee*
I'll be the damsel in distress, and you'll be the tough-guy tow truck driver who is so pathetic that he'll take "sexual intercourse" from me instead of money, and he'll have to suck the loss up later and eat a cold can of beans for dinnner 'cause he didn't bring home the 'bread'.
But then you'll be all like, well, maybe she'll call me, and we can start a family...I won't have to work this shitty job and eat shitty beans all the time.
Hahaha, as if id call you. I'm off sexually intercoursing another tow truck guy to hitch a free ride to california where i'll start my acting career and become famous.
You'll still be eating beans...
I'd love to have sex with a tow truck driver.
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