“Because Nazis live here, there can’t be a Russian shop?” – the seller “Mola” speaks contemptuous words to the buyer and refuses to speak Latvian – 1188

“Because Nazis live here, there can’t be a Russian shop?” – the seller “Mola” speaks contemptuous words to the buyer and refuses to speak Latvian – 1188

A woman published a post on Facebook that became very popular within a few hours and was shared by countless people. In a “Mola” store, she called a saleswoman a “Nazi” because she had to talk to her in Latvian.

“Have you ever been called a Nazi? To be honest, I never thought that I would be in my country, but as they say – there is always a first time for everything. T/c Mols is the store “Party Postcard.lv”. I come in to I would wrap a gift and buy a bunny balloon. We have a Russian store.”

To my surprise, she asks what I wonder about. Next, I will recount the conversation in Latvian. Needless to say, it was Russian on her part.

“Surprised, because we live in Latvia.”

“I shto. Just because the Nazis live here, there can’t be a Russian shop?”

“Please, what did you say?”

“Nazis are those who do not recognize any other language.”

“You have very poor knowledge. And I will ask you to speak Latvian with me.”

“I speak as I wish.”

“No, according to the state language law, those working in the service sector must be able to communicate in Latvian.”

“I don’t work for you and I will talk as I want in a Russian shop.”

The gentleman who witnessed this situation stands next to me. He approaches a saleswoman in a blue sweater.

“It is true. You must know the Latvian language. It is required by law.”

“I also know, but I won’t speak Latvian with him.”

Sir. “Then you can’t work here.”

The saleswoman puts the card machine in front of me and says “here” in Latvian. The card does not work and she addresses me again in Russian. “Zdjes nada prikladivatj”

I look at him and say. “You said you can speak Latvian.”

“I won’t talk to you.”

After that he leans down and says. “Nazi.”

The Lord who heard all this said that let me put in public and he in the comments. I hope he will find me, but I have a question for the National Language Center, Consumer Rights Protection Center, is this normal?

The woman was relatively young. The text does not describe the level of malice, hatred and aggression that came from the saleswoman.

And such people live next to us…

PS Seeing that the seller of pictures started shouting that she will call the police. This was the first time I was sorry that she was not called.” – she writes on Facebook.

In the comments, many indicated that a report should be written to the State Police as well, while others say that the police should have been called immediately.

Photo – screenshot from Facebook

A Shopping Encounter: When Language and Labels Collide

Let me paint a picture for you: a Latvian store, a lady, and a rather awkward conversation that spirals out of control. You know it’s going to be a classic when someone pulls out the big guns – and by that, I mean the term “Nazi.” Yes, that’s what we’ve reduced our shopping sprees to: language police and slurs on social media! If only the price tags came with a side of common sense, eh?

The Scene at “Mola”

Picture this: a woman walks into Mola, obviously a casual visit to grab a bunny balloon and wrap a gift – not exactly the plot of a crime thriller! But then it unfolds, like a poorly packaged gift revealing a blender instead of a cuddly toy.

“Surprised, because we live in Latvia,” she says. Ah yes, the quintessential battle cry of anyone perplexed by their surroundings; it’s like complaining about rain in London!

As the dialogue unravels like a cheap sweater pilfered from the bargain bin, she gets into a tiff because the saleswoman is predominantly speaking Russian. It’s all fun and games until someone invokes the word “Nazi.” That escalated quickly, didn’t it? One only hopes that part of the conversation was lost in translation!

The Language Conundrum

Ah, language. That tricky thing we all wrestle with! It seems our lady with the balloon and bow didn’t quite grasp that in Latvia, Latvian is the official language. But, hey, in a Russian store, one does assume … maybe a little leeway is acceptable? It’s like trying to order fish and chips in France and expecting a side of baguette!

The saleswoman, suddenly thrust into the spotlight, repeatedly insists on the right to speak Latvian while also entrenching herself in a brick wall of defiance. “I speak as I wish,” she quips, which might just be a motto for the entire human race! Yet there lies the rub: you can speak as you please but working in retail requires allegiance to the local tongue!

When the Miscommunication Turns Saucy

At this juncture, enter the gentleman who decided to add fuel to the fire. Instead of playing peacemaker, he throws in the fact: “You must know the Latvian language. It is required by law.” Perhaps this is the moment when the “Nazi” bomb gets dropped—an offhand insult signaling nothing but disdain for the situation. It’s almost Shakespearean, isn’t it? A tragic play of misunderstanding and misappropriation!

As tensions rise and the conversation devolves into an awkward stalemate, we have to wonder: is this how we handle our grievances now? With a dash of drama and a pinch of social media notoriety? Ah, the post on Facebook has already become a launchpad for the outraged – buzzing like bees at a picnic, each with their own take on what happened.

What Do We Take Away?

So what’s the verdict here? Should one take a linguistic stand in a shop? Or do we say that perhaps there’s a time and a place for everything? The lady’s posting seeking guidance from various official bodies is a missive in itself – “Is this normal?” she wonders. Plainly put: unlikely! But it certainly entertains.

In conclusion, this episode highlights the clash of cultures, languages, and, dare I say, a sprinkle of absurdity that only life can concoct. As customers, we ought to remember we aren’t just heading for a bunny balloon; we’re stepping into a broader conversation about identity, rights, and yes, possibly, balloon animals. For now, I’ll leave you with this sage advice: let’s keep our shopping experiences light, shall we? Because there’s no balloon animal big enough to inflate the egos of those offended.

Now, who wants a balloon?

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