Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Why I work at home, I'm not equipped for the real world.

     Tonight at around 8:30 I decided to go to the grocery store for some ground turkey to make some nachos.  It was dark outside.  I was driving the Cadillac.  Thankfully it is slow.  While driving up McClintock in the dark some idiot MEXICAN and his family stepped off the MEDIAN in the middle of the block between the street lights and I did not see him until it was almost too late.  I had to slam on the brakes and lock up the wheels coming completely to a stop to keep from killing him and his family.  Two little kids and a fat wife.  I get to say fat because right now I am pretty fat myself and yes that pisses me off too!! He is very lucky that I was not in a hurry and driving below the speed limit because the Caddy does not stop like the Vette and with that big grill and sporty air damn I would have managed to hit all four of them had I not got stopped.  The big dumbass just stood in front of me shouting at me in his native language, which might as well be our native language because we are slowly giving our country to them, and flipping me off.  Never mind that it scared the living shit right out of me!!! Just imagine the nightmare of running down a child because their dumbass parent has pulled them out into the street in front of a moving vehicle.  They slowly walked across the rest of the street and went on their merry way.  My evening only gets better from here.  I chose to go to Albertsons because it is the closest store to my house.  I am either insane, or a REALLY slow learner because I basically hate that store.  It smells like an combination of old grease, dead fish, and fried chicken.  EVERYDAY, NO MATTER WHAT TIME YOU GO THERE!!!  I also know that going there after 8 pm ensures that there will be only one checkout open and this Albertsons is so backward that they don't have a self checkout lane.  I pick up my ground turkey and head to the checkout and I think I am lucky as hell because the woman in front of me is already almost done.  She only has a half a dozen items and just as I walk up the cashier gives her the total.  Well guess what!!  She opens a ziplock bag full of change and dumps it out on the counter.  Of course that is only half of the story now I am VERY pissed off because she is about 350# and Mexican.  I say Mexican and not Hispanic, because the last time I looked there was no such country as Hispania, and I am pretty sure that they call me Gringo, or that asshole from America.  After enduring what seemed to be like 20 minutes while the cashier counted out the change he tells her she doesn't have enough.  Guess what happens next.  Her 3.5' tall daughter has to translate for her that she doesn't have enough, then they have to have this conversation about what item to take back.  At this point I show the cashier that my Ground Turkey cost $3.99 hand him a $5.00 bill tell him to put the change in the Humane Society box and walk out the door.  Thankfully he understands and doesn't try and stop me.
     Now I am sorry if this has offended some of you and I am sure it will. Especially if you don't live here in AZ, but you have no idea how much our everyday lives are affected by illegal immigrants here.  I don't know that they were illegal, but it's pretty hard to think otherwise when they have no respect for our laws or the common sense to respect our society here in America. 
     I don't have any issue with people of ethnic decent.  I have friends from all over the world.  All ethnicity's, Part of the reason I haven't been to Europe is because I don't know any foreign language besides the German that I learned in High School and I don't want to look anymore like a dumb American than I already will.  I will go when I understand enough languages, and can afford a good translating device and can enjoy it and I promise you I will travel and treat the locals with the respect  that they and the customs of their countries deserve. 
     I'm sorry I think it's time to close our borders completely until we get our own country under control. 

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