Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Mexico's Most Wanted
I love my neighborhood. It is diverse and still rough around the edges. I have never been a polished man. Well many of the houses on the surrounding streets are home to Hispanic families. They always seem friendly and smile at me but due to the language barrier who knows what they think of me.
The house at the end of the street houses a particularly large amount of people. They all seem to be fun loving. Every weekend they are playing soccer and partying in the street, which can be a bit annoying when you need to drive by. My only complaint is that they have chickens and dogs that often like to dart out in front of my truck.
Thus my story begins.....
Once cold morning I was running late for work, surprise (wanted to beat Taylor, Mike and Vic to that punch). I drove to the end of the street and stopped at the stop sign. I turned left and speed up to maybe 10 mph. That is when their dog darts out of no where and in a split second I nip him with my tire. He yelped and ran off and I stopped in the middle of the street and jumped out of my truck. As I watched the dog run back into the yard I noticed that there was a woman standing in the driveway. I called out to her asking if the dog was ok. There was no response. I then started to walk towards her and with that she runs into her house grabs the phone and starts speaking in Spanish at 100 words per second. I know some Spanish but I have trouble with it because it is spoken so fast. The woman refused to come out and I felt me standing there trying to communicate was doing no good and I finally left.
For weeks I would drive by to see if he was ok (which he was). The family would just glare at me but that dog stayed in the yard from then on.
The house at the end of the street houses a particularly large amount of people. They all seem to be fun loving. Every weekend they are playing soccer and partying in the street, which can be a bit annoying when you need to drive by. My only complaint is that they have chickens and dogs that often like to dart out in front of my truck.
Thus my story begins.....
Once cold morning I was running late for work, surprise (wanted to beat Taylor, Mike and Vic to that punch). I drove to the end of the street and stopped at the stop sign. I turned left and speed up to maybe 10 mph. That is when their dog darts out of no where and in a split second I nip him with my tire. He yelped and ran off and I stopped in the middle of the street and jumped out of my truck. As I watched the dog run back into the yard I noticed that there was a woman standing in the driveway. I called out to her asking if the dog was ok. There was no response. I then started to walk towards her and with that she runs into her house grabs the phone and starts speaking in Spanish at 100 words per second. I know some Spanish but I have trouble with it because it is spoken so fast. The woman refused to come out and I felt me standing there trying to communicate was doing no good and I finally left.
For weeks I would drive by to see if he was ok (which he was). The family would just glare at me but that dog stayed in the yard from then on.
# posted by J.F.Tobias @ 12:38 PM 
