It was excruciating. Up there with when the oldies discuss what they will choose to eat for the week while standing in front of the meat, man handling all the packages. Ffffucking move. Please.
I get that we’re a nation of migrants, but I expect some level of the local language, especially for those who have lived here for 30+ years.
Kinda our fault (or the governments) for not mandating a national language. We don’t do it cause it opens a can of worms with indigenous folks and asks uncomfortable questions about national identity, but we don’t care that not having one fucks over the immigrants we so desperately want. Cause god forbid our population stagnates, but also fuck anyone doing IVF, for some reason?
It was excruciating. Up there with when the oldies discuss what they will choose to eat for the week while standing in front of the meat, man handling all the packages. Ffffucking move. Please.
Add to that the lack of English skills (common in my area) and it just compounds my frustrations.
I get that we’re a nation of migrants, but I expect some level of the local language, especially for those who have lived here for 30+ years.
Kinda our fault (or the governments) for not mandating a national language. We don’t do it cause it opens a can of worms with indigenous folks and asks uncomfortable questions about national identity, but we don’t care that not having one fucks over the immigrants we so desperately want. Cause god forbid our population stagnates, but also fuck anyone doing IVF, for some reason?