toman
06-05-2007, 01:27 PM
So I’m walking home from the supermarket, and about to enter my building. I have in one hand, several bags of groceries, and in the other, a case of beer. From across the street, comes a voice: “Hey, hey!” I, being the considerate person I think I am, turn and acknowledge the person, who turns out to be a very dirty looking Mexican. The following transcript covers the conversation.
Dude: “Se habla Espanol“?
Me: “Uh, no, sorry man…”
Dude: “I have… uh, question…”
Me: Thinking, he’s going to ask for directions to the courthouse, bank, nearest bar, etc… “Ok, man, sure, no prob…”
Dude: “Question is… “(Pointing at my beer) “Can I have beer? Just one, please!”
Me: At this point I’m pondering; Sure, I can spare one beer, but how the hell am I going to carry an open case of beer upstairs, with the rest of my groceries? Why is this Mexican dude wandering the streets at night asking strangers for beers? Is he going to stab me if I say no? How the fuck am I supposed to explain any of this to him if he doesn’t speak enough English to even ask for a beer? Does my denying him a beer make me a dick? If I was thirsty enough to ask a stranger in a foreign country who’s language I didn’t speak for one of their beers and they just said no, I think I might be a little put off… At which point I said to myself: “Fuck it. I’m living in America, every business around the neighborhood has a “Now hiring” sign in the window, I don’t speak Spanish, and dammit, I’m a drunk and I can use all the beers I can afford. This guy can go home and beg beers off of people in his own country. And if he stabs me in the back, so be it. I could use a fresh adventure anyway.” So, I simply turned, walked away, and went inside to drink my cold, tasty beers. Am I a monster?
Dude: “Se habla Espanol“?
Me: “Uh, no, sorry man…”
Dude: “I have… uh, question…”
Me: Thinking, he’s going to ask for directions to the courthouse, bank, nearest bar, etc… “Ok, man, sure, no prob…”
Dude: “Question is… “(Pointing at my beer) “Can I have beer? Just one, please!”
Me: At this point I’m pondering; Sure, I can spare one beer, but how the hell am I going to carry an open case of beer upstairs, with the rest of my groceries? Why is this Mexican dude wandering the streets at night asking strangers for beers? Is he going to stab me if I say no? How the fuck am I supposed to explain any of this to him if he doesn’t speak enough English to even ask for a beer? Does my denying him a beer make me a dick? If I was thirsty enough to ask a stranger in a foreign country who’s language I didn’t speak for one of their beers and they just said no, I think I might be a little put off… At which point I said to myself: “Fuck it. I’m living in America, every business around the neighborhood has a “Now hiring” sign in the window, I don’t speak Spanish, and dammit, I’m a drunk and I can use all the beers I can afford. This guy can go home and beg beers off of people in his own country. And if he stabs me in the back, so be it. I could use a fresh adventure anyway.” So, I simply turned, walked away, and went inside to drink my cold, tasty beers. Am I a monster?