Kate’s Quests

I ordered a package from an Indian grocery store the other day. For some reason I had it in my head that they would be the ones who would deliver it. Because their website was all in English, I just assumed that whoever delivered it would be able to converse with me. Not so much. They use the local delivery service Black Cat (that’s what I call it because the truck has a picture of a black cat on it). My neighbor was just telling me about them the other day and how great their service is. And I’ve seen them all over town since we moved in. So…I picked a time that they would deliver - between 10am and 12pm. So at 11:30am the driver calls my cell to make sure that I’m home, which I am. And he struggles to speak English with me and tells me that he’ll be here in three minutes. Sure enough three minutes go by and he’s knocking on my door. And he’s apologizing profusely about his English and that it’s not good and he’s so sorry. And all I can think is, “I’m in YOUR country and you’re apologizing to me because you don’t speak MY language?” Can you even fathom? In the States you have people raving mad because foreigners don’t speak the local language and here he apologizes to ME? I realize that he could have cursed me the minute he got back into his truck, but honestly I doubt it. The culture here is just so different. Amazing.