One day, while at my job as a receptionist at the doctor's office, I overheard someone speaking in German. Now that is unusual, in Southern Illinois. There was a girl and her dad standing in line to pay, and they had the nerve to be complaining, in a foreign language, no less, about how useless my dear colleague was! Granted, my colleague wasn't having a good day and the line stretched right down the hallway, but how rude! Of course, as soon as it was their turn, I greeted them myself, in German, with a very icy stare. Boy did they feel stupid!