Ted's Polish-Mexican Page

I was up on the Northwest side, and I realized that on the way home I needed to get some groceries. The best store to stop at seemed to be the Fry's on 1st and Grant.

I should have known there would be trouble when a woman was letting her son run around the parking lot in front of the moving cars. Why are they letting these people have kids?

The place was packed, which is probably normal since it was payday for a lot of folks. When I went into the store, there seemed to be two kinds of people: angry oversized people, and people with strange injuries. A lot of them had a unique sense of hygene as well. One guy was angry with a clerk because some toy on display was playing Christmas carols, and he didn't want to hear that yet. Another woman was yelling at a pharmacist, I don't know why.

Luckily, I didn't have much to buy. Shopping is easy when you are broke, just pick up what ever says FMV.

The checkout aisles all had lines at least four deep. Of course, they didn't have enough people working at them. I had to use the "self check out." There was a line for the self check out, which tells you how busy it was. When I first got there, two of the four stations had people at them that apparently did not know how to use the self check out. I mean, the thing only talks to you to tell you the instructions. I don't think any of these people had trouble with English, since they were more than happy to chat in that language with their buddies while we were waiting to use the darned machines.

So, I finally get to the top of the line, and some guy just waltzes in and uses one of the machines. I said, "sir, there's a line..." He pretended not to hear me. So I went over there and used the judo that I learned in the Marines persuade him a bit. Well, no, I really didn't. But think of the possibilities.

I would say that the guy was wearing his pajamas, except they came with a matching hat. His outfit looked to be made of flannel, with a red plaid pattern with small squares. The pants were a bit short, but not shorts. And, like I said, it came with a matching baseball cap. He had a single bottle of Gatorade to check in, so it really wasn't worth it to make too much of a fuss. Lucky too, because I know that those of you who have met me would be really suprised at this, but I was never in the Marines, so I never learned judo.

Of course, he had trouble using the machine. He scanned everything it seemed, except the part of the label that had the bar code on it. He also didn't seem to understand that he had to put his money in, you know, to pay (Maybe he thought that his unique sense of couture entitled him to free Gatorade). So, in addition to being a jerk, he was stupid too.

Then I get out into the parking lot, and a guy parked near me was working on his truck with his son. He talked about how he was going to go and kill a hundred "ragheads."

My students are right. White people are crazy.


Hasta la proxima. Do zobaczenia.