Minority Report...sort of...

So, I had the unfortunate experience of going to Big Lots the other day. I asked a doddling associate there where I could find an item. This was her response: "No English, see cashier."
 
Ordinarily, I could accept the fact that not everyone working in this city can speak perfect English. But, this. No, this was different. This time I was the minority in need of a translator. I stood there puzzled for several seconds before comprehending that I would have to go in search of an English-speaking associate. As I recall, I don't think I even bothered.
 
Working at the Toys R Us at Metrocenter, I have become accustomed to Hispanic-speaking guests, and with no hesitation using what ounce of Spanish I can dig up from school, and simply requesting one of the several bilingual associates for assistance. The fact of the matter is, that situation is understandable. And it would be understandable if I were down in Chihuahua, Mexico or even El Paso buying a toy. But nay, the roles were completely flopped.
 
And that my friends, is the tale of my unfortunate experience.