Same thing in Canada, of course, although more often with nurses and whatever those other stumpy women in candy coloured “uniforms” are.
I’ve been called a racist for pointing this out before, so naturally I will continue to do so:
The system shoves together thickly accented foreigners with elderly old stock Canadians.
Even if the foreigners “speak English” “on paper,” they are often unfamiliar with idioms, archaic terms and turns of phrase used by the native born, especially older ones.
Have you ever seen Fawlty Towers? That is some funny shit until its a hospital and not a hotel in Torquay and Manuel is your “nurse.”
Permit me to illustrate this problem with a cake:
Now pretend the cake is your grandmother, and multiply the cakes by two million, and the order taker at the bakery can never be fired, partly because they’re union and partly because if you said “You’re fired,” they’d sniff around for smoke.
