Try to Speak the Language if You're in Another Country

I guess this will be my second post.  I took a break from the coupon blogging, so I'm going to try to spend more time on this one.

Recently, hubby and I went to the Dominican Republic for a wonderful vacation.  The only blot on the vacation?  You guessed it-bitchy, know-it-all moms.  Let me give you a little background.  We belong to a vacation club and the resort in the Dominican offers "owners" an automatic upgrade to what they call Royal Service.  And it is!  Royal Service gets their own pool, restaurant, beach, and pretty much anything else you need, even golf cart rides to beach if you're too lazy to walk(which we were).  Here's where it gets interesting: when regular guests (riff-raff) check in, they get the option to upgrade to Royal Service for a fee on top of what they paid.  Hence, we have some riff-raff who waltz into the private areas who think their shit doesn't stink.

One scenario I recall was with a blonde, made-up mom, huge sunglasses like she was famous and trying to go incognito, with a seven or eight year old daughter.  They were at the snack stand trying to order food.  The poor man working knew some basic English words, but was struggling to understand bitchy mom's questions.  Questions like, "Do have salsa for these (cheese) nachos?"  And, "Can I get my hamburger cooked to a 200 degree internal temperature?"  Now keep in mind that this is a small snack bar that serves hot dogs, cheese nachos, pizza, and hamburgers.  When the man mumbles and indicates he does not understand, bitchy mom goes ballistic.  In her southern twang, she repeats her questions, only louder.  Because that will make him understand all of the sudden!

Por favor, hamburguesa, gracias.  Most people know basic Spanish words.  Why can't people like this even TRY to speak a little of the language??  You don't have to form complete, perfectly grammatical sentences; but most people will be more willing to help if you at least try.  The poor man was fumbling and embarrassed when it was our turn.  He probably feels like that 90% of his day.  I gave him a big smile, gave him my order-dos pizzas, and kicked the bitch in the back as she was walking away.