Melissa has no problems with anybody at all. But then she goes on to tell us how she’s got problems with some people. Irony? Mel, you’re getting your nails done. You’re paying for the nail attendance. You aren’t paying for conversation. Some nail salons might offer conversation as an extra charge, some give it to you for free. But I personally find it boring when a hairdresser tries to small talk me about my day and what I do for a living etc. It’s just shallow time-passing. So I have no problem if the person attending to my appearance is happily chatting to somebody they work with – a happy nail therapist is a good nail therapist, right?
Luke then takes out his frustration at being a check out chick by paying out the accents of the very people he is serving. I wonder if Coles head office is aware that Luke doesn’t like serving Asians. Would they be interested in knowing?
Finally Michael appears and expresses the frustration that comes from having to ride public transport and line up in dole queues by outlining his anger at people who aren’t speaking to him speaking another language. His inadequacy obviously extends to the idea that anybody talking near him is obviously talking about him.
What these three dead shits need to realise is that while there are a handful of our population who can’t speak English well, these people are generally new arrivals/1st generation migrants. All second generation migrants can speak English, as they’ve gone through our school system which installs ESL (English as a Second Language) programs as compulsory for NESB (Non English Speaking Background) students.