Posted On: Monday - May 3rd 2021 2:32PM MST
In Topics:   Immigration Stupidity  Kung Flu Stupidity
Peak Stupidity discussed this problem with the ubiquitous wearing of face diapers, and even doubling-up of them, in the post Lost Comms from a couple of weeks back. My experiences with this induced problem have been more than just the one-off described in that post. In that case, it was a nice black woman with doubled-up masking, who was just making conversation that was going nowhere, like an old T-Mobile phone commercial or a VHF* radio conversation with Amelia Earhart over the western Pacific ocean.
In this case, I will describe the situation with the Kung Flu stupidity intermixed with the longer-term immigration stupidity. (Two of our favorite Topic Keys, yeah!). The situation in this anecdote occurred in a fairly inexpensive Patel-Motel that I had gotten a room in on my own dime. It's not a bad place when there aren't loud people in the next room, and if your credit card number isn't hustled off to India (as I suspected one time when a bogus charge from Venmo was put on my card, within a day after my departure). The people in the lobby are usually pretty good on the phone and the place runs well enough.
Considering the state of America Peak Stupidity described in our series of posts entitled "Hotel Haiti" ( see Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4.), things worked well in the place. The housekeeping staff was non-White, the case 98% of the time for me in the areas I have travelled recently. Since this was a Indian owned place, the entire staff but 3 or 4 black women (who working in front some times and/or drive the van) were Indian. Perhaps they are family members or maybe just the best-in-caste low-wage labor the owners could dig up and import from the Old Country.
The one guy who I saw with a the cleaning cart seemed nice enough. I said hello when I saw him on the elevator. What he said back was not exactly clear, what with his mask on and all. In the morning when I heard a knock and "housekeeping", I said twice "I'm staying till 11" loudly enough. I got no response. That's the case often, which shows a real lack of communication skills, Kung Flu or no Kung Flu. All you have to do is acknowledge with "OK". It's not that hard.
I didn't want the guy trying to bust in** a few minutes later, as some even more worthless communicators will - they'll just say "housekeeping" once and then bust in, answer or not. I therefore went into the hall to tell him nicely that "I'm staying till 11". It didn't go that nicely, because as soon as I realized that the guy's English was nil***, I got perturbed. "Not till 11. Do you know any English?" "I knock on other door." Ahaaa, he had been knocking across the hall. OK, maybe my hearing is still too good (need to go to more KIZZ shows?), but then, again, with no response, how do I know?
"OK, if you can't speak English and wear that mask ..." Now he put the face mask from on his chin back onto his face. So he only got one word - "mask". "No, no, I don't care about these stupid face masks. Can you just say something back to me? You gotta be able to communicate!" I really wouldn't have lectured the guy, as he was just some hardworking poor slave-laborer of the owners, but then this double-whammy of terrible English and the face-masking is truly making it hard to deal with people. In this case, yeah, it was just the poor English, and downstairs the young Indian guy spoke well enough, once I got him to take off his face mask to give me the total charges.
Now, guys like Ron Unz will tell you that they are ALL assimilating. See, the kids can talk to you pretty well. Yeah, well besides all the other factors like losing your country and stuff, all of these relatives, illegal imported slave-laborers, etc, are a pain in the ass to deal with, no matter how nice they may actually be. There's no way to tell. There are major sectors of the American service economy now in which you can't expect to communicate easily. The face masks have been making it worse. It's another confluence of stupidities.
* Or, was it HF? (Gotta look this up.)
** "Trying", because I did put the mechanical latch in place. The housekeepers all have master key cards, which makes sense. The deadbolt won't keep them from busting in.
*** What the heck part of India do they get these people from, anyway? They said you was high caste, well that was just a lie ...