RANT

There is one thing I hate doing every week. Can you guess what it is? Not sure? It's going to the damn super market, the one place I should love the most. It has every thing I love from beer to meat and all the dairy products in between.  But every time I go there is the moment I dread, and its at the check out line.  When its finally my turn go get rang up every single week the cashier asks me some new question plus the ones from last week, which should not be a problem, but damn it I can never understand what the hell they are saying. I mean I speak English and Spanish, hell one I have been doing my whole life and the other I have 4 years of proficiency in; check the grades. They talk too fast in another language called Chilean. It is a mix of Spanish, German, and Italian I think because it make no fucking sense I can only get about two words out of the whole phrase.  Then I say "no entiendo(I don't understand)" so they repeat it again, and again I say I don't get it.  Till eventually I shake my head and look them in the eyes and say (in English) " I don't know what you want??" You would think that after they see my face the first time they ask the question and I got the look of "dumb gringo" painted on they would let go. Fine give my change to the poor or buy a pack of smokes for youself, I mean just let me buy my beer, hot dogs, and cheese and get out, Jesus Christmas! What happened to "Hello. How is you day? Do you have a Ralph's card?" end......