Today is day 3 in my house…with a bed. It is great, the house. So beautiful and I almost have a kitchen. Last night I went to buy a few things that we needed. At one place I was shopping for an hour as they were closing getting house goods and food only to find out when I went to pay that I couldn’t use a credit card to pay for food. This was a fiasco, there was a guy who had to translate to me what the lady was saying who did not have the patients to even try to explain. I wanted to hit everyone with my broom and run out of the store…but I had to remain calm and go through the motions. So I got the household goods but could not buy the groceries.
So, I go to the next open store… I love this store. The groceries were nice and the store reminded me of a Fred Meyer. I was standing in the bug repellent isle here and a Brazilian woman asked me if I knew where the price was for something. I answered her back with my heavy accent and her friend seriously started laughing and walked away. The girl who asked me was nice and stayed for a bit. When the other gal walked off I immediately started to say “eu no fallo Portuguese” then I stopped myself and thought Oh My God! She was laughing at me and I couldn’t do anything about it…
Now I have developed another problem. Now I am getting mad at people who stare and laugh even in my direction. I automatically think they are laughing at me. This happened tonight and they weren’t at all. Then I felt bad. I drove off hit the curb with my tire as I was turning around to head the wrong way on a one way street. Boy did I feel like an ass, rightfully so.
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