So the other night we went to the soccer game in our newly renovated stadium and it happened to be the night of the big reveal (which I might add was only half finished..ahem). So usually you can just walk right up and buy your tickets, the place is practically emptied. But this grand revealing was a big deal here in Ipatinga, so EVERYONE and their brother came to see.
The lines were all the way out to the street (and I use the term line loosely since you really just pick a place to stand and hope it starts to move towards the front), people were everywhere, vendors selling drinks, food, souvenirs, were everywhere. And quite frankly I was SICK of being pushed, pulled, stepped on, elbowed. I mean a girl can only take so much!
So the final straw was when this guy pushed through our “line” to get to the other side with this son, and kicked the heck out of my toe. It really hurt! So I did what any annoyed person who think no one around her understands and i said “OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW-uh” really loudly. To which the guy promptly turned around and said, “Oh, I’m sorry!…… Where are you from?” in his perfect english. To which my brain struggled to answer since I was busy processing that he spoke English.
Lesson? Stop thinking you are the only one on the planet who speaks English (even though sometimes it feels like it) and be careful what you say, you never know who understands. (I say this to Sidnei ALL THE TIME…you know practice what you preach and all that…) And not that the guy didn’t deserve it, he totally shouldn’t have kicked my toe or should have at least said excuse me. But to be fair, that’s not common practice here. Shoving is. But it was just a good reminder for me to watch myself!