Imagine explaining the American health care system in a foreign language that you're barely…read moreconversant in via the telephone game.
I went in hoping to coherently explain in my very mid French why a pharmacist at another pharmacy was only able to fill half of a prescription for my aunt (based on what that pharmacist had told me, in French, as I understood it).
The look from the first of the two pharmacists at Place Rèpublique who helped us was that stereotypical French, chin down, eyebrows up, "Dear God, I have to deal with another tourist today?" face. But it only lasted a split second. She and her colleague looked at my aunt's paperwork, figured out the deal, and took care of us in short order. They answered all our questions, even the dumb ones (eg, "Are these mints Italian? Can you tell me what flavor they are? What does this [Italian word] mean?") I appreciated not only their help but also their patience.