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Jun. 30th, 2005 11:27 pm
Goonie Goo Goo
Had to run to Wal-Mart for soy milk, some juice, yada yada yada. It was shaping up to be a fairly painless experience--unlike some times when shopping there is just pure dag nasty evil.
Anyway, as I stood in line, I was approached by a middled aged Hispanic man.
"¿Usted va a la iglesia?" (which translates to "Do you go to church?")
Sure, I tell him, without explaining that I typically don't go every other weekend because of my work schedule. The man seems pleased with my answer and continues to explain, in Spanish, that he and his church were selling tamales and that something happened to his vehicle. He and his friends prayed about it, and hoped that the transmission would hold up.
"Okay," I replied, wondering what this is leading to.
Eventually, he asks me if I speak English, to which I reply yes, and then continues on with his melodrama. I finally interject with a, "Okay, so what's the problem? What exactly do you need?"
He finally explains that he could use some help for some gas money. His Grand Marquis is still having problems--so I interrupt again and tell him, one, I don't carry cash, and if I happened to have any I would probably consider helping (though not really). Now, I have to go home to my family, and sorry. He then dismisses me with a Ruby Rod-like bzzzzt! hand motion.
While waiting in line, I got to thinking about it some more, and started getting a bit more upset about it. So, I paid for my stuff, and then walked to the Customer Service counter and described the man and what he was doing. I felt kind of stupid doing so, and told them that, but they agreed that I was doing the right thing.
Well, as I finished up telling them, I see the same guy walk past and head towards the entrance.
I walked out to my car, but kept an eye on the dude.
Sure enough, he walked toward a Grand Marquis that looked to be in decent shape. He got into the car, started it up and headed west on Highway 60. He also had a large red cooler in the back seat of the car--though a small part of me seriously doubts that the guy had tamales in it, if you know what I mean.
And here I thought I was having an okay evening at Wal-Mart.
Also, if you happen to have made it this far, you are probably wondering, "Goonie Goo Goo?" Well, I happened to be listening to Eddie Murphy's bit The Barbecue while driving to Wal-Mart.
Anyway, as I stood in line, I was approached by a middled aged Hispanic man.
"¿Usted va a la iglesia?" (which translates to "Do you go to church?")
Sure, I tell him, without explaining that I typically don't go every other weekend because of my work schedule. The man seems pleased with my answer and continues to explain, in Spanish, that he and his church were selling tamales and that something happened to his vehicle. He and his friends prayed about it, and hoped that the transmission would hold up.
"Okay," I replied, wondering what this is leading to.
Eventually, he asks me if I speak English, to which I reply yes, and then continues on with his melodrama. I finally interject with a, "Okay, so what's the problem? What exactly do you need?"
He finally explains that he could use some help for some gas money. His Grand Marquis is still having problems--so I interrupt again and tell him, one, I don't carry cash, and if I happened to have any I would probably consider helping (though not really). Now, I have to go home to my family, and sorry. He then dismisses me with a Ruby Rod-like bzzzzt! hand motion.
While waiting in line, I got to thinking about it some more, and started getting a bit more upset about it. So, I paid for my stuff, and then walked to the Customer Service counter and described the man and what he was doing. I felt kind of stupid doing so, and told them that, but they agreed that I was doing the right thing.
Well, as I finished up telling them, I see the same guy walk past and head towards the entrance.
I walked out to my car, but kept an eye on the dude.
Sure enough, he walked toward a Grand Marquis that looked to be in decent shape. He got into the car, started it up and headed west on Highway 60. He also had a large red cooler in the back seat of the car--though a small part of me seriously doubts that the guy had tamales in it, if you know what I mean.
And here I thought I was having an okay evening at Wal-Mart.
Also, if you happen to have made it this far, you are probably wondering, "Goonie Goo Goo?" Well, I happened to be listening to Eddie Murphy's bit The Barbecue while driving to Wal-Mart.
