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By: ricderr , 4:15 PM GMT on April 10, 2014
I decided it was time for a little format change and this is a good, tongue in cheek, way to practice for when I'm really old and can sit on my front porch complaining how the new generation is going to hell while reminiscing about the "good ole days."
I cannot stand listening to spanish being spoken anymore. Nope, I hate it. It's starting to burn my ears and I look so forward to when we take trips out of El Paso where i can look forward to hearing people talk in my native tongue of good old english.
Now first let me say that I'm not against hispanics, nor am I one who subscribes to the idea that once in America you should speak American, i/e english. Neither am I dumb enough to not realize I could just move somewhere else, no matter how difficult, if it was that important to me or the fact that I live in a city where 87% percent of the population is hispanic and added to that we get a lot of travelers from Mexico who come to shop here during the day.
Nope, it doesn't matter, I can't stand listening to Spanish. Why in the hell do they say "bueno" when answering the phone instead of hello? Of course I just love when I get a phone call and the caller is speaking spanish and no matter that I have to stop them and explain I understand no spanish as soon as I'm finished they go right back to speaking to me in spanish. And it's everywhere. I mean that with a population of 87 percent hispanic and an additional 10 percent being temporary residents courtesy of the army base you have to expect that hispanics would be the primary business owners, workers, and customers so you'll never see an english only speaking policy in the workplace as you would in other cities. So yep, come to El Paso and you're gonna hear spanish as much as english spoken here.
I can't forget that spanglish is just as bad. That's where you get about half the sentence in english and half in spanish which boils down to me is that I just understood half of what was being said. Don't let me forget that my darling daughter, now at age 3 has also started speaking to me in spanglish. I've got no clue what she's saying and sometimes that might just be a good thing. Of course she also won't say "yes" anymore. It's now "ci.' Plus I have no clue what "doma" or "este" mean, only that when she says it she's handing me something.
Do you know what the worst part is. If i'm eavesdropping on someone and I'm trying to listen to their personal conversation. I don't care how easy it is for me top hear them. I just can't damn well understand what they're saying. How in the heck can you be a busybody in someone's business when you have no clue what they're talking about?
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