I decide to go to the bank to withdraw some money from my bank account. The account is there, the money as well, but the debit card is still missing (and this is another story about the Slovak system…). I look for the guy who helped me with everything bank-related, but he is not there. One lady comes to me and asks me something in Slovak. I ask her if she speaks English and she says no. Well, that’s great, as I’m not leaving this place without my money. I ask other customer service reps, but no one speaks English. Realising that she can’t get rid of me, the lady invites me to her office. She turns her monitor towards me, goes on Google Translate, sets it on Slovak to English and types in something that translates to how can I help?. Then she offers me her keyboard. In a bank. An international bank.
Awkward moments? An expat’s life is full of them.