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.