I am really sick and tired when:
I walk into a Duane Reade here in the middle of NYC on 8th Avenue and 34th Street and I ask one of the workers there “where are the pretzels located?”… and they DO NOT understand what the word “pretzels” mean.
I order “Baked” meatloaf at a popular Greek diner on the Upper West Side and they bring me 3 slices of baked meat loaf which was placed on the griddle and “fried” on both sides to heat it up so the sides are dry and crusty. Don’t they know meat loaf is juicy and soft.
I go into a store ask a question and the person replying speaks such poor English that I do not understand what they are saying.
I make a phone call and the default language is Spanish, it’s says I must press 3 to hear it in English.
I order scrambled eggs and ask for “”scrambled eggs easy” and they do not know what that means.
and to top it off…
When I mention Barbara Streisand and the person does not know who she is?
Boy life is changing, I know I’m getting older but we sure ain’t in Kansas anymore Toto.