[Kitsa]

ColFlagg: I don't know, all I know is that to this day I know that version of the musical by heart, word for word, and I hate Madonna that much more.


I just had the weirdest thing happen. I was at the grocery store, minding my own business in the energy drink aisle, and this guy came running up to me jabbering in Spanish. I understand Spanish well and still all I could make out was mercado, embutidos, store and I think lunchmeat. He was just babbling what sounded like random words.

So number one, I'm thinking why the hell is this guy running up to a random white woman in Ohio in a grocery store jabbering in Spanish? Then I was thinking, maybe he's trying to find the deli and can't speak English and is lost. Then I was thinking, this sounds like a pile of words, not Spanish. Perhaps this guy is insane. I should pretend I don't know what he's saying.

Then, against my better judgment, out of my mouth came "I'm sorry, what?" in Spanish.

Then he starts, in Spanish also, "Where you from? Where you from? What's your name? What are you looking for in the store? You're in great shape. Your husband is a lucky man." Then he grabs my hand and starts shaking it. I decide he's nuts (and blind) and switch to English.

"Oh! You speak English! Where you from? Where you from? What are you here for? I'm looking for the deli. Are you going to pick out something? Your husband is a lucky man. " All this time he's pumping my hand up and down. I was very weirded out by this.

Somehow, I don't remember how, I wrenched my hand out of his and said "Ok, thanks, bye" in one language or the other and got the hell out of there.

He could have been some random guy who thought he'd try to speak Spanish to area caucasians and see what stuck. Or he could have been a weirdo. I don't know. I'm a bit frightened.