slipstreaming my anachronistic surreal consciousness - sharing with you my multiple epiphanies that were spawned while sitting on my porcelain throne (these are the ones I didn't flush) "don't believe everything you think…"

Thursday, December 18, 2003

Mistake #3

(please read my phlog for the prologue)

The man I spoke to at Wendy's for directions to Commack Multiplex Cinemas was a Latino in his mid 40's.

Here's how it went:

Me: "Excuse me, do you know where Commack Multiplex Cinemas is?"
Wendy's Employee: "Commack Mumu... Cinemas?"
(he had a very thick south of the border Spanish accent)
"This is 'Commack'."
Me: "Yes. I know that. I'm looking for the cinema here in Commack."
Him: "cinema? cinema? cinema... No. No cinema. This is 'Commack'. You in 'Commack'."
(repeat the last thing I said & his reply for another 2x)
(Don't forget that I'm tired, hungry, & after being lost again; I'm now cranky.)
At this point, my tongue & hands nearly went mutinously schizo on me.
If he said, "This is 'Commack'.", one more time;
my tongue wanted to say, "Shut-up or I'll have the USCIS deport you!",
while my hands were about ready to choke him.

Thankfully, he said, "Djew want to talk to the manager?"
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