i have a yank diaspora story you’re gonna absolutely hate. i work at a place that sells coffee and has a drivethrough, and some lady sat out there butchering words like ‘cappuccino’ and ‘macchiato’ and eventually says “oh i don’t know, i can’t read all these mexican drink names. i’ll just get a hot black coffee!” and when she pulls up to the window she has a little sign hanging off her mirror with an italian flag saying “PROUD TO BE ITALIAN”