
The scenario which i am about to describe is a real life one. In fact, it is a personal experience, which left me highly frustrated (see picture) and blaming the government (for irrational reasons).
Changi Airport holds an interesting attraction for me, where many 'goodbyes' and 'welcome backs' have been said, many hugs have been given and many tears have been shed. But this recent event has left a slight aftertaste. I was with a couple of friends, and after sending a friend off, we decided to head to Popeyes to take away some fried chicken and biscuits for supper.
So we made our way to level 2 of Terminal 1 (T1) and i joined the shortest queue available. A young lady of Chinese descent was manning the counter and she looked pleasant and friendly. A few minutes later it was my turn to order and i proceeded to make my order.

"May i have set number 2 please? Can i also change the mashed-potatoes to fries?"
My order was met with a blank stare.
"I want the 2 piece chicken meal, and change the side dish to fries" i repeated slowly.
The blank stare became a sheepish smile, and she requested that i repeat my order again, in mandarin.
Now obviously i understood what she was saying, but being a front counter service staff in Changi International Airport, i expected her to be able to converse in simple English. Pointing to the menu, i indicated my choice. I still had to give in and do the change of side dish in mandarin because i didn't know how to use gestures to indicate that.
While she was preparing my order, many thoughts ran through my head and i began to feel really frustrated. Perhaps it was the disappointment in the level of service, and perhaps it was a little bit of irrational nationalism creeping up. Yes, the thoughts of why are there so many foreigners in the midst of us? What if a non-mandarin speaking tourist came, how would he feel about not being able to use English to take his orders in a fast food restaurant from New Orleans? Being the typical Engineer, 'standard solutions' started to fill my head, such as ensuring all foreign workers to be sufficiently competent in spoken English before be put in front line service positions.
Now looking back, i find my 'fears' and 'frustrations' to be irrational. After all, don't i have to order food from MacDonald's in Singlish or Mandarin once in a while? Why do i not have such frustrations when the counter lady is an old Singaporean lady from the heartlands? This Chinese lady is only looking to fill her rice bowl, and many foreign immigrants are in fact doing work that we Singaporeans do not wish to do in the first place.
Intercultural clashes such as this will only become more commonplace in Singapore as we seek to open our shores to more immigrants. Perhaps it is high time we began to integrate them into our society and introduce them to local societal norms and beliefs. After all, weren't our forefathers immigrants as well?