I was at a table on the Canadian's diner one mealtime with a Francophone couple and one other English-speaker who turned out to be a Chicago bloke. The two French-speakers were decidedly unimpressed and sniffy when the member of the diner crew who attended our table was able to interact with them only in English.
They were a bit less cranky with me once they discovered I was just an Aussie and so shouldn't be assumed to have any culture or learning, but they certainly expected a staffer in the nation's publicly-owned rail company in the dual-language nation to be able to interact with them in French.
I subsequently raised the matter with a fellow traveller, an ex- or maybe still then current Canadian Army bloke in the pipped ranks who explained his French-language exposure in the army was a short course, and that little of his business was conducted in other than English. And then you go to bits of Switzerland where there are *four* official languages and you'd be hard-pressed to have any credibility in public office were you to be monolingual.
I was on my Francophone friends' side