Telling someone I was fluent in #french taught me never to #lie on your #resume.
I worked at an indie record store in the early 90s. We were that cool indie store like in #highfidelity (complete with music snobbery and attitude). And like most indies we sold "smoking accessories".
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On Saturday nights, the #haitian field workers would be bussed into town to buy stuff and blow off some steam. A bunch of them came into the shop. My boss turns to me and says "ask Tree, he knows French."
Like every #ontario high school student, I had to take french up to grade 10. Unlike every #ontario high school student, I thought that practically made me fluently bilingual. So I said as much on my resume and then promptly forgot all about it.
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So flash forward. These dudes know ZERO anglais. But the word "fumer" isn't hard to sus, neither was one of them flicking a zippo lighter and pointing at it, turning it upside down like it was empty. "Oh, you need lighter fluid. yea we got that." We figured it out (I even counted their change out in french), but it was _painfully_ obvious that I was nowhere close to fluent.
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