On Fri 30 Dec 2005 03:17:53p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it Melba's
Jammin'?

> ¡Qué lástima! I practice my Spanish at the Mexican restaurant we
> frequent here. The folks there are always impressed that I can order
> and generally start speaking español muy rápido. I always have to slow
> them down. I have a near-native accent and because of that they think
> I speak more than I do. My Spanish is okay, but not great; it's just
> that I pronounce well. :-)
>
> Cute story: Sister Irene was divesting of her late husband's clothes at
> a garage sale. He favored (Ready? Set? GUFFAW!!) clip-on ties. There
> were a couple racks of them. A group of several Hispanic folks
> (Mexican? Probably.) came and inspected the sale, accompanying their
> perusing with chatter in the mother tongue. I understood about every
> 4th word but said nothing. When they left, I followed them down the
> driveway with a small toy for the little girl in the group - "Para la
> niña." Several jaws dropped and they hurried off. It was clear to me
> that they thought I'd understood all of their poking fun at my late
> BIL's things.

That was a cute story, Barb. However, as you've mentioned to me several
times, you might consider snipping most of what preceded it. Just a
thought. <g>

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Wayne Boatwright *¿*
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