May 14, 2005, 7:32 PM
Post #7 of 14
So, 1.30 PM today and it's the usual Saturday lunchtime rush in our store. I am at the register, making change for a lady customer, when I become aware of someone standing to the counter on my left. Turning, I see an elderly Mexican gentleman, well-dressed with a certain military air about him - could have been the camoflage baseball cap and the neatly trimmed white moustache.
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'Diga, Señor,' says I, 'Puedo ayudarte?'
Image my surprise when he responds in perfectly clipped (albeit accented) English, 'No thank-you. I am just looking around'.
Meantime, another customer has approached the counter with armfuls of glass jars that need to to be wrapped, so I call to one of the girls (employees), 'Blanca? Estas occupado? Ayudame porfis.'
Mr Military Man says to me (in English), 'So now you own the place do you?'.
'No, Señor', I reply, 'Soy un empleado' - which I am, technically, of mi suegra.
Mr MM walks around to the other side of the counter (it's in a U-shape) and leans over, saying something to me in a low voice.
I lean towards him and say, 'Lo siento, Señor. Mandé?'
Imagine my surprise whe he comes out with the following,
'I am saying to you, that you should fu*k off back to your own country. We don't want you here! You and your money are not needed here!'
With this, he strode out, followed by my cheery, 'Gracias, Señor! Que le vaya bien!'
I asked the girls if they knew who he was. No one remembers having seen him before. Weird. Obviously a reasonably well-educated man with an axe to grind.
Sheesh - I couldn't make this stuff up even if I tried!
(This post was edited by Adrian on May 14, 2005, 7:34 PM)