Cien por cien
Our network server at work is corrupted and our internet access is sporadic. It is a productive day in the neighborhood. Ha ha.
No one is happy today. The Hispanic guy at the diner went off on some little immigrant, who didn’t know how to order his food. The little Mexican guy seemed to have suggested that he was trying to order in English, which he doesn’t speak, because he thought maybe the worker didn’t really speak Spanish. The suggestion that his Spanish might not be up to par prompted the worker to go into a diatribe in Spanish that went something like this, “If you want to order in Spanish you come in and order in Spanish. I can’t guess by looking at you whether you speak English. Nothing annoys me more than having to guess. And I speak Spanish 100%. Go ahead…place your order in Spanish. What do you want? [silence] I’m waiting for you, go ahead tell me your order in Spanish and I’ll put it in for you…what are you…Puerto Rican, Mexican…go ahead tell me what you want.” There were lots of silent “mother-fuckers” in the tantrum. Meanwhile, because I’m a bad person, I was working hard not to laugh. I had to turn my back to avoid it. The object of the tantrum didn’t fight back–he must be VERY new to NY. Personally, I thought the appropriate response for the object of the tantrum would have been to walk out of the diner. But he took it.
Meanwhile, I seem to be compensating for this iliacus injury still. Nothing hurts, but I had a tough time climbing the stairs of the subway until I consciously lifted my left knee higher than was comfortable. I have a race in five days and I should revise my goal to just crossing the finish line. But I don’t WANT to just cross the finish line. What’s the point of that. Oh right…I don’t want to re-injure myself. I’ll try to keep that in mind.
April 28, 2008 at 1:43 pm
Stories like that make me miss city life so badly…people are too polite here in the south. It sucks.
April 28, 2008 at 2:17 pm
Well polite equals passive-agressive in Virginia. They paste that smile on their face but they’d shoot you if it wasn’t in such bad taste. I love to witness arguments like the one above. Reminds me that yes, there are humans on earth and they’re pissed off.
April 28, 2008 at 2:30 pm
Maybe he was the Soup Nazi’s brother.
April 28, 2008 at 2:43 pm
There’s a bit of that in Texas, too, Claudia. No one can say “bless your heart” and have it sound so much like “You stupid c**t” as well as a Texan.
April 28, 2008 at 2:45 pm
I was very glad, Lass, when you explained that phrase. You hear it here from ex-Texans and for the life of me, I couldn’t understand the phrase. Now it is clear.
April 29, 2008 at 9:03 am
Poor little Mexican guy…lol
Good luck on Saturday! Go about it the smart way and JUST finish, there is always next year to run it faster! I’ll send you some positive thoughts as I am circling the Indianpolis Speedway track Saturday! Oy!
May 1, 2008 at 6:16 pm
Poor little mexican guy — I can just hear the other guy saying that, too. Hah.