Story-time: A little while ago, I was in France for work. I was travelling with a colleague who was "ok" in French. He would usually order taxis and take care of the small stuff in situations where it's at least consider polite to TRY to speak the language. One evening he got a stomach-bug and had to stay in the hotel room. We lived in an area that was not your typical tourist-place so restaurants and i was left to myself. Not THAT big of a deal, I am a grown-ass man afterall, but I got hungry. I had planned on eating at the hotel, which I knew was English-speaking, but their menu looked... well... not that interesting. Felt a bit uncomfortable because I 1) Don't speak French and 2) Stutter a lot worse in nervous situations - like this. I took a stroll outside to weigh my options, then I saw it... McDonalds... with those new touch-boards. It was like in the movies when walking in the desert and you suddenly see an oasis in a beam of light accompanied by a church choir going "aaaaaaaaah!" Walked in, ordered my food via the genious device. Paid by card on the very same machine, waited patiently to my number to appear on the monitor, grabbed my order, stuttered a nervous "Merci", smiled and left.