Oh, Qdoba

At Qdoba today, someone in line actually said “I wish they’d use English.”  I did not look to see if that person was Eric Crafton, but I did have a good laugh to myself standing in line trying to imagine how that would work.  Could we still use Spanish words while standing in line?  “I’ll have a chicken burrito.”  “A chicken big round thing stuffed with rice and other goodies?  Would you like black or yucky pale beige beans?”  “Oh, wait, no.  I want a quesadilla.”  “One flat thing stuffed with melty cheese coming right up.”

Okay, maybe that’s funnier in my head.

But then, I come out of Qdoba and this homeless dude with a cast on his arm start hollering “Hey, sweetie, I don’t mean to bother you” across the parking lot as he hones in on walking towards me.

Now, I think most all of you know of my complete impatience and anger at strange men who don’t know me approaching me in public while I am alone and trying to pressure me into giving them money.  So, it will not surprise you to learn that when he said “I really don’t mean to bother you, sweetie” (yes, two ‘sweetie’s in about a minute), I glared at him and said, “Then don’t.” and walked away.

Okay, it did surprise me.  I’m normally not that brave.

And it surprised him, too, apparently, because he was all “Oh, really?”

Yes, douchebag.  Really.


12 thoughts on “Oh, Qdoba

  1. I was just so angry and I was like “You’re wearing a cast that you could hit me with if you get much closer.” I mean, how does a person not know how scary that is for a woman?

  2. very easily, B. never having been female myself i honestly can’t know how scary that might be. i’ll take your word that it is, but i doubt i’ll ever have more than an intellectual, abstract understanding of what that’s like. sorry, just the way it is.

  3. Well, true enough, Nomen, but, if you’re in a line of work–like panhandling–you’d think you’d quickly come to appreciate at an abstract level that making women afraid of you could have serious negative consequences, even if only along the lines of them not giving you money.

  4. No, if panhandling is your line of work you learn to approach every person, every time, even if it’s a person who has turned you down dozens of times before. Because it’s nothing to you if the person says no, and something to you if today is the day the person changes up and gives you something.

  5. Sadly, I have to say that at my favorite taqueria in the Mission district of San Francisco I *do* wish they spoke English. At least sometimes. Because that place is REALLY BUSY and my number is often 28 or 32, and I can’t count that high in Spanish.

  6. We eat mexican, uh, ALOT, and when we go out with others, they tend to ask us what exactly a dish on the menu is. We have a stock answer for it: I don’t know for sure, but it’s most likely some kind of tortilla with meat (if it’s not on the vegetarian section of the menu) cheese and salsa.

    That generally is pretty accurate, so no need to understand Spanish ;-)

  7. considering how much spanish slurs the “v” sound in vengta for twenty and the “t in “treinta”, I suggest you just go up when they say something that sounds like “y dos” or “y ocho” since all mexican food is good and you may get a surprise.

  8. I had a similar experience about a month back at the grocery store on Belmont Blvd. I was going to get 2 items in the store and as I got out of my car, 4 men were standing near the door. I automatically sensed trouble and exited my car with cell phone at the ready to call 911.

    Once I got out, wearing shorts, (it was 100 degrees, with 100 humidity!) I hear one man mumble “mmmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmmm” as he was staring at me. I didn’t make eye contact.

    So, on the way out of the store, one man was left standing there and has the audacity to ask me for money. I said “no” — then he asked me if I had a cigarette he could have. Again, I said “no.” — then I went and reported the panhandlers to the store owners.

    The part that made me absolutely furious was that this guy was standing 4 feet from the “help wanted” sign on the door!

  9. I’m the same way, with being approached by men like that, and also when men come up to my car. Not out in traffic – the people who are at intersections trying to get everyone to roll their windows down so they can ask for money don’t feel threatening to me. It’s if I’m in a parking lot, especially at night, like what happened a couple of nights ago.

    Waiting for my friend outside the grocery store, in the driver’s seat of my car, and I see a dude in my rearview walking in the parking lane. He gets to (the bumper area of) my car, turns a little towards me, hesitates for a second (sees me, in other words, inside the car) and turns to come down the space between my car and the one next to me. I rolled my window up pointedly, immediately, and did not look at him as he then walked past. I would have told him to fuck off if he’d knocked on the window.

    And I don’t care if dudes understand why that can be a gut level reaction of feeling threatened, for me, as a woman, to be approached in those ways by men, alone, especially at night – they will fucking find out that it *is*, either way.

    I am in love with you for your response to that guy.

  10. ah, p.s. – the reason I do not have any hesitation about how I viewed this person is that I immediately saw him veer off the course he was walking on, after passing me, to approach a woman as she walked out of the store. He was not some guy walking through the parking lot and taking a short cut between cars.

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