A normal day in the real latino girl

Diannelis (It was a sunny afternoon in New York; we were at Mama Rose's on front of the counter to order)
I had a look that reflects fear, fear to talk in english in an unknown country. The restaurant was packed which was more afraid and cowardly to speak out. It was another customer in front of me and when he finish his order, the fear began to attack me. Listening to the cashier saying next fills me of anxiety. I want a "begy pizza" and the cashier laughed derisively and asked begy pizza? We dont sell begy pizzas here maybe you want a veggie pizza. Yes eso. Next the cashier asks me what kind of vegetables I wanted. In my mind I thought “Valgame que carajo dijo, me jodi”. I was so nervous it seemed she was speaking gibberish and I asked her what did you say. She asked me again what I wanted on my pizza and told me that I needed to hurry up because there were other customers waiting. It seems everyone was laughing making fun of me. I told her that my first language is Spanish and I didn’t understand her because she talked too fast.  Then I told her what I wanted on my pizza and she told me the total.  I felt totally embarrassed. But, what can I say, just a normal day in the life of real Latino girl…