"I don't understand you. I just don't understand you. I cannot understand you..."

I love They Might Be Giants.
So I had a REALLY crappy experience on Saturday that I fear has scarred me for life. It's a problem. I find that, two days later, I'm still just as mad as I was when it happened so I'm going to blog about it so you all can pat me on the hand and tell me it'll be okay and that you'd be happy to help me hide some bodies...just kidding, it wasn't that bad, but here is is:
So Saturday morning, I went to Walmart and got a bunch of stuff. I went to check out and decided I didn't want one of the $3 t-shirts I'd tossed in the cart so I told the cashier I didn't want it. She took it and asked me a question. In Spanish. I looked at her, clearly confused, and guessed she was asking if I wanted it or not. I said, "No thank you" and moved on. So she's ringing my stuff through and, at the end, says something else to me in Spanish. This time I had no idea what she was saying. I was really very obviously trying to figure out what she wanted of me. Did she want me to take my bag off the turnstile thing? "No" she says, and repeats--this time more vehemently--what she'd said. I start looking in my cart to see if I left anything in there when she repeats herself, sharper this time, "CONCOMBRE" and I realized I'd forgotten a cucumber in my cart. I was beyond furious. What the heck? Don't get pissy with ME if you're going to assume I speak Spanish. I'm fluent in French and while the two words are spelled the same, they're pronounced differently. Listen, I understand how hard it is to live in a foreign country and not speak the language, but let me tell you that in Belgium (and France!!) there was no one happy to speak English for my comfort. I had to learn the language out of respect for the people and in order to communicate. Okay, whatever, it's harder to learn a language the older you are. I'm not entirely bugged that people live here and don't speak the language. I'm bugged that I'M expected to accomodate someone else when English is our national language and she just assumes I either speak Spanish or should. What the heck is someone who doesn't speak english doing up front cashiering? I'm guessing there are many positions available in the Walmart family that don't involve interacting with people who don't speak Spanish. Grrrrr...I'm still SO bugged!!