Me, my mum, and my brother headed to The Blue Note Cafe. A vegetarian place filled with music, food, and wonder. I used to love to visiting, as a little girl, and I'd always be sure to grab a slice of chocolate fudge cake, and a bottle of Oringina.
When my mum and brother went food shopping, I decided to say, and chill out with another cup of green tea with lemon, and The Times.
I was approached by a man in his 40s, who thought it would be a good idea to try and chat me up, along with the Spanish lady, who hardly spoke a word of English.
How wrong he was...
It started out with polite conversation, which I was happy to return to an extent, until I was called a silly twit for trying to talk to the Spanish lady, Rosana, after she had said she barely spoke a word of English. He then said to her, "There's not much point talking to you really, is there? Cos you can't understand a word I'm saying..." It was then I changed my attitude towards the "gentleman", and explained that you did not have to speak the same language as someone, to be able to communicate with them. I then spoke to Rosana in what little Spanish I knew, asking her what part of Spain she was from, and her returning the conversation by asking if there were many Spanish people around that area. This then left the man feeling isolated, and very much like the fool he was.
I'm very sorry to all the wonderful people from other countries that have to put up with the ignorant idiots we have over here, in England! But we're not all bad, I promise... :)
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