Spanish does not help
For years, I thought if I only spoke Spanish, I'd be able to get my orders perfect at Chipotle. And I don't mean that in a jerk-racist-white-guy-kinda-way, I mean it in the cultural-aware-wanna-be-moron-white-guy-kinda-way. The burrito lady never has any idea what I am talking about. If we could only break that language barrier, think of the walls we could break down! Yes - I want all of the sauces. Somebody has to be a revolutionary.
So today the person behind me gave the order in Spanish. It is a good thing there were behind me, too, and not in front of me because I would have had to kill them. It took several minutes to place the order. I can't possibly imagine what they were talking about all that time. A ton of confusion, that I know.