Some people suck at talking in public, and that's fine. We invented phones so that we wouldn't have to talk to one another in person. Then we thought a bit more, and invented smarter phones so that we wouldn't need to talk to one another at all. Staring at your phone is the ultimate nonverbal sign that you don't want or need to be disturbed. And it still gets screwed up.
Unfortunately, some people think "communicating with other human beings" is an optional bonus in modern society, instead of its entire basis. They're paid to talk, but are worse at it and their jobs than a chatty anesthetist. If they sucked at any other aspect of their employment this much, they'd be fired or employed as a 100-percent organic artisanal vacuum cleaner.
Airport gates: Where people whine about ten-minute delays before a trip which used to take two human lives for every one person who actually made it. The speakers crackle, the 200 people impatiently blockading the priority access path despite holding sub-economy ticket 389ZZ perk up their ears, and the airline gate attendant starts spluttering like the Sphinx ordered them to solve Rongorongo riddles live on stage.
"Sweet Thoth, is this a name or a Scrabble set?"
"Can an, um, Miss Za- uh, za-krak, no ... zak-raj-sek come to the counter at gate 21?" Far worse than any amount of incorrect pronunciation is the self-excusing introduction. They prefix their statement with more "um"s than the stationary of the University of Malaya's Professor of Micrometry. The series of confused noises is meant to preemptively apologize, but has the opposite effect. They think they're saying, "I'm not sure how to say this." They're actually saying, "Making it clear I only failed at this because I'm not really trying is a damn sight more important than your existence, Johnny Foreigner!" With a bonus subtext of, "I really, really suck at my job. My job of reading things out. I still haven't mastered that. There are elementary schoolers living in areas significantly less monochrome than mine who are already better at this than me."
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"Could Miss Zakrajsek please come to gate 21 to teach this fully-grown woman how to read in public? Thanks."