Okay so when I was working at Walmart a wild group of Indian teenagers appeared while I was on a ladder by the toilet paper
Indian kid: "Excuse me sir. Do you know where the ox is?"
Me: "The... ox?"
Indian kid: "Yes sir. The ox."
Me: "Ox as in.. *makes horns on my head with my fingers, miming an ox*? We don't sell livestock."
Indian kid: "Nonononono. The ox for cars. A-U-X."
Me: "Well I'm really not too sure what that is, but all our car stuff is that way."
Indian kid: "Thank you sir."
Me: "I hope you find your ox."
Mooo!
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You done good, Sage...charades almost always helps communication.
My Walmart story. When I had to clear shopping carts from the parking lot, a family in an old van spewing blue smoke pulls up. They park and open the doors. Instead of normal car seats, they have the children sitting in lawn chairs secured with zip ties. Life in Indiana.