The trouble with Blabians or the Universal Translator issue.

Time and time again, I am bemused by the vulgarity of the metropolis. The inns and outs of this mega bazaar are mind boggling. I lay at night in my sleeping quarters and think about the olden times, when we did not have such wonderful technological diversity in our lives. But one can't be blind to our apparent co-dependency on our tech assistance.
The daily example today has to do with the great problem facing the metropolis at this juncture. Due to the recent budget cuts in our fair territory, the Public Universal Translator Service has been disabled. This means that all the peoples and beings of this city can not communicate using their native dialects. Although many of the peoples have come to a Common Universal Language of the region, there are a few groups that still shunt from assimilating into the linguistic cabal of the territory.
The group that I speak of are non other then the Blabians, whom, as we all know are a vivacious type of peoples. Their native speak, although close to the Common Universal Language of the territory, far differs from the common. Yet, their numbers are strong, which tends to make one lean towards having to un-willfully consign to their system and ways of conduct.
As a field example, I bring you the Omnimart incident. Since I am a conscientious shopper, I like to subscribe myself to frequenting more in tuned establishments. I enjoy commerce at the Omnimart, due to their low prices and a wide variety of online specials. Although the Omnimart Corporation is owned and operated by staff, indigenous to this region and fluent in CUL, their local retail satellites tend to be loose on their employment criteria. The many stores around my neck of the woods tend to employ many Blabians in their retail and customer service positions, whom do not posses ample enough CUL vocabulary to properly verse the consumer. Although I subscribe to the wonderful flavor of these peoples, I still find their customer service and communication skills a bit cumbersome due to their inability to properly communicate in CUL. Since the store has a large Blabian consumer contingent, the employees of the establishment do not find it necessary to program the checkout droids in CUL. This would not be a problem if the staff was fluent in CUL, but yet they are not, just as I'm not fluent in Blabian. I find myself flabbergasted since I was under the impression that CUL was the common lingual denominator of the region. Since I, just like they, came to this territory without the proper CUL ability, yet found it important to pick up CUL, I tend to feel that fluency in CUL should be a Blabian prerogative as well, if they are looking to stay in the territory.
As I attempt to communicate with the Omnimart staff since the checkout droids and AI are solely programmed to speak Blabian and not CUL, the common answer I get of "No speako culo" from the staff, frustrates me and leads me to have to communicate in a plethora of wild hand signs and gestures.

This impairs my ability to properly communicate with the staff my consumeristic concerns!!!!

Wlist one might want to blame this impairment on the blatant Blabian defiance of assimilation into the metropolitan collective, I take a deep breath and realize that thinking like that is profoundly outdated and has no place in our modern culture. So I blame the machinery malfunction. I hope that the local governing body surpasses their budget shortfall and reinstate the PUT service promptly.

Mild Mental Inabilities or The Four Way STOP Issue.

The sheer vulgarity of the metropolis consumes me some times. One would think that in such a time with so many people together, we're pushing humanity into greatness... Yet the many inhibitions of the human brain seem to be holding us back.
It is now obvious to me that the local governing body must make stem cell, brain boosts mandatory just as the "Swine Flu" vaccine became mandatory after the pandemic wiped most of California back in the zero somethings.
I have casually come to accept my surroundings of diversified peoples and beings. What I must realise is that in such an environment, some lower forms of common sense seize to exist or be important for that matter.
For example:
In the morning I usually transport my significant other to work on my super bike. Dubbed so since it is the only street legal, straddleble vehicle to have pulse driven acceleration servo and the famous Ducati Antigrav Drive. As I come to a stop in the center of a secondary intersection as I try to cut through the side arteries, to avoid the traffic, I come to a four way "Halt!" sign. As we are all perfectly aware, the transport which comes to the intersection, must obey the municipal request and decelerate to zero. But for some reason, the next action tends to elude quiet a few motorists. As the proverbial second ticked away, someone had to accelerate their transport once again. But whom? It seemed that no one wanted to make the first move. But why? Have we not suffered enough when we didn't do something when it felt right? When we didn't take the chance and say "What the heck!" and plunge into the unknown? Why is it that this condition persists amongst people where they can't make a move or give way to someone who has made the first move?! Why is it that every time I come to a four way stop with a couple of other people, no one knows when to stop and when to go?!!!! Curses people!!! GO ALREADY!!!
**sigh**
Well folks, hope you've learned a valuable lesson today. And if you haven't... Well ya'all come back now. You hear?