Ok before anyone jumps on me, let me just start out by saying that I’m not one of those people who believes that if you can’t speak the language, you should get out of the country, or anything along those lines. I’ve developed a healthy tolerance for “English As A Second Language”, because, really, Danbury, Connecticut has got to be one of the most ethnically diverse places around. Seriously, caucasians are the minority here. So, I learn to accept others as they are, and their many different tongues. (And, FWIW, my mother is Thai, and English is indeed her second language.)
That being said…
I go to Dunkin Donuts tonight, the one thing that I look forward to after my 2.5 hour trek out of the city. I go to the drive thru, as is my wont. Normally, there’s this really sweet woman there, who (because of careful conditioning that would have made Pavlov drool) sees my car when I pull in to the lot, and generally has my coffee ready for me, which is really very cool. Of course, she’s not always there, but the service there in general is pretty decent.
But I digress. Tonight I pull into line - one other car sitting in front of the speaker waiting to place her order. She does so, and I pull up. Recently, they got one of those new speaker systems where a recording plays for you (encouraging you to “try one of our new iced lattes!” and then says “Someone will be right with you.” So I wait. And I wait. And I wait. The front of my car is visible to the drive up window, so I know that it isn’t that they haven’t seen me. The car that placed the order in front of me is still sitting at the window, so clearly there’s some issue of some sort. So I patiently wait some more.
For 5 minutes. Not a single “Sorry, we’ll be right with you.” Not a peep, other than Robotic Upsell Chick that greeted me to begin with. I wait 2 more minutes, watching the line behind me starting to grow rather long. Finally, I decide the best course of action is probably just to go inside, since something appears to be holding up the drive thru.
I go inside, there is one customer standing in line. The girl behind the counter gives him a nice smile, and he tells her what she wants. Smile frozen in place, she turns to a girl standing on my side of the counter (dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, I’d assumed before then that she was a friend of an employee). Shorts girl proceeds to repeat the order in Greek. Cashier girl walks over to the carafes, at which point Shorts Girl points out the correct carafe. They chat amiably in Greek, Cashier girl finally realizes that the cup of coffee is still sitting on the counter, sticks it under the cream dispenser, and resumes her chat. She hands the cup to the customer, and then looks at me. I tell her my order, and the process repeats itself, at which point I realize that herein lies the problem. Then Drive Thru Boy comes over, and says to Shorts Girl “Large Coffee, Light, Sweet” in the manner of someone desperately trying to say something before he forgets what it is. She tells him something in Greek, directs him to a carafe, and he makes the coffee.
3 people working in the store (another appeared to be a manager who made a brief appearance from the back to ask Shorts Girl a question). 3. Not one of them spoke English. I don’t mean “They didn’t have a grasp on the language.” I mean, they were completely unable to even say “Thank you” without guidance from Shorts Girl. Coffee in hand, I go out to my car, and out of curiosity, I check the drive thru lane as I leave. It hadn’t moved an inch. Shorts Girl was headed out the door when I left.
What the HELL are these people going to do??
I’m sorry, but if you’re in a customer service role, you should at least be able to communicate with your customers. Failing that, if you’re going to run a Dunkin Donuts franchise, at least one person in the store should be able to speak at least a modicum of English. I mean, it’s not a lot to ask, is it? It’s not too much to expect? I’m not suggesting English as the national language. I’m not saying give people a test before you give them a work permit. All I’m saying is, I want my Great One Hazelnut, Light and Sweet, and I don’t want it to take (literally) half an hour.
Sheesh.