Monday, September 14, 2015

Little Mexico In Tucson?

                                                                               Wilcox Arizona Exploring.

                           Good afternoon!   I hope everyone in reader land and beyond is having an amazing Monday.  I have found that having the day off work greatly improves ones out look on Mondays.  Drinking two pots of coffee also greatly improves ones outlook on everything.  But it also makes it hard to stand still long enough to think about it.  I have been talking a lot in the last few weeks about how much influence Mexicans have on everything here.  Yes I live right by the boarder.  But when we lived near the Canadian boarder it was a whole new ball game.   We saw a ton of Canadians at the casino I worked at --in fact they came to visit by the bus load.  And they came down to Washington to shop, shop, shop!   But for the most part they were very friendly-aye   AND mostly knew English   although they have some other words for many of our items they made an effort to use the same words someone who had always lived in Washington state would-Aye.  They may not of claimed to understand tipping-but that is a different story.   Here I would be glad to have some customers say "Aye" every other word, because it would mean they knew at least some English.  Or American as a few brilliant people in the news have called it lately.  I don't care where you are from, but fail to grasp why someone that speaks 0 English-American would expect to get fully served in any place of business much past the boarder towns.   Best yet are the ones that get angry that I do not know what they are requesting.  Heck I like a challenge---but playing Charades is NOT a strong point of mine.  At all. 

      Before someone tells me --that I live very near the boarder---and should expect this   I have to ask   should I really expect this?  Yes I did choose to live near the boarder.  But I also chose to live on the US side.  It seems that those same people that think I should expect this, and worry about everyone just getting along---also don't ever notice when some one from another country is in the US and breaks huge laws.  Because they could not read the sign---or could not tell that the gal they were raping -was actually screaming   "No!"  Before I go to deep into all of this---if I went to say Italy--and proceeded to order and speak in just English--I do not think the waiter would continue to play Charades with me or maybe even bother to come back to the table.  Although if I went to a restaurant in Mexico and flashed around a lot of cash--- the servers might spend a little extra time trying to cater to my food wants.  In either case I would not do this or expect much service with out first learning at least the basics of the language.  Any more than I would visit the Ferguson ghetto, which now seems to include almost the whole town, with out first learning how to run real fast!   Why is it expected and almost the norm here? 

        On another note---and I wish I had pictures here----- My wife and I found a Good Will we had never been to a few weeks back in Tucson.  It was not in the best neighborhood, so we thought maybe the donations and such would be great.  It was also an outlet store, and we were not sure what that meant.  All we knew for sure, is that most of the store sings near there were only in Spanish, and the Taco Bell we had just left only played Spanish music.  Upon entering the store--all I could do was laugh   the entire time.  It was the most ghetto "store" I have ever witnessed.   Everything was in huge dump bins and one just picked through the items.  A few of the items had price tags--and some of the items were even washed and cleaned up.  Most were not.   The dump bins had wheels   so that the workers could fill them in the back, and just wheel them into the store, but the wheels did not lock---so when the hoards of shoppers leaned into the bins, the bins rolled around the sales floor.  We did find out that most things were not priced -because here you bought things by the pound.   The more you bought --the lower your final price.  Bring the pickup next time Honey---because each register has it's own scale! 
     When new shopable bins where wheeled out of the back room----blankets and towels rested over all of the items.  This seemed to mean that the bins were not yet ready to shop and or rummage through.  I use the word "seemed" because the only worker we located in the store that let on that they knew English, was the front cashier.  Again this shop is in Tucson, not further south.   The store was packed full of shoppers most of them madly rummaging through the bins with one hand as the other hand held there cell phone up to there face.  When a new--blanket covered bin emerged---shoppers would circle it, but no one would lift the blankets or even touch them.  This was the workers job.  Towards the back of the store was the furniture area.  Almost every couch and chair that was not standing on end, had a tired shopper sleeping on it.  It was the most entertaining shopping experiences I have had in a long while. I have to say we did walk away with some kool items--only costing us a few Pesos.  But I will also have to say that we will not be visiting this "store" again---ever. 
      To the other extreme   when we left the thrift store---we went to a Wal Greens just across the parking lot.  I have never seen cleaner or nicer Wal Greens store.  And it was in the same Dam parking lot!   Further down the road we found a very neat sale store ran by two Mexican men.   They seemed to have one of everything and the prices were great.   I am not sure how much English they actually knew, but they knew enough to haggle with us on some great deals.  And to talk us up --and make us feel welcome while we were looking around. 


     I have long noticed --when I do venture out and leave our house---two things more than any other.   Well three.   People anger me.  ;)   Almost NO ONE seems to actually know how or understand how to do there job.  And very few people can actually count back change correctly.   Give it a try next time you purchase something at a retail store--and have lots of time to kill.   Ask the cashier to actually count your change back to you and not just hand it to you in a lump sum.      On this note   some posts I borrowed:

My daughter and I went through the McDonald's driveway window and I gave the cashier a $5 bill.
Our total was $4.25, so I also handed her 25c.
She said, 'you gave me too much money.'
I said, 'Yes I know, but this way you can just give me a dollar coin back.'
She sighed and went to get the manager who asked me to repeat my request.
I did so, and he handed me back the 25c, and said 'We're sorry but we don’t do that kind of thing.'
The cashier then proceeded to give me back 75 cents in change.
Do not confuse the people at MacD's.

We had to have the garage door repaired.
The repairman told us that one of our problems was that we did not have a 'large' enough motor on the opener.
I thought for a minute, and said that we had the largest one made at that time, a 1/2 horsepower.
He shook his head and said, 'You need a 1/4 horsepower.'
I responded that 1/2 was larger than 1/4 and he said, 'NOOO, it's not. Four is larger than two.'
We haven't used that repairman since...

I live in a semi rural area.
We recently had a new neighbor call the local city council office to request the removal of the DEAR CROSSING sign on our road.
The reason: 'Too many dears are being hit by cars out here! I don't think this is a good place for them to be crossing anymore.'
My daughter went to a Mexican fast food and ordered a taco.
She asked the person behind the counter for 'minimal lettuce.'
He said he was sorry, but they only had iceberg lettuce.

I was at the airport, checking in at the gate when an airport employee asked,
'Has anyone put anything in your baggage without your knowledge?'
To which I replied, 'If it was without my knowledge, how would I know?'
He smiled knowingly and nodded, 'That's why we ask.'

The pedestrian light on the corner beeps when it's safe to cross the street.
I was crossing with an 'intellectually challenged' co-worker of mine.
She asked if I knew what the beeper was for.
I explained that it signals blind people when the light is red.
Appalled, she responded, 'what on earth are blind people doing driving?!'
She is a government employee.....
When my husband and I arrived at a car dealership to pick up our car after a
service, we were told the keys had been locked in it.
We went to the service department and found a mechanic working feverishly to unlock the driver’s side door.
As I watched from the passenger side, I instinctively tried the door handle and discovered that it was unlocked.
‘Hey,' I announced to the technician, 'its open!'
His reply, 'I know. I already did that side.'
They walk among us, they breed, and they vote…....
It's closer than you think.
Just spreading some holiday cheer!
Why do I not have this button on my computer?
Maybe time for a newer model laptop?
Today's Exploring picture of the day
Comes from Wilcox Arizona.
This is nearing the golf course and a lake I found that way.
A lake of sorts. 
Anyways as is usually the case while Exploring this part of Arizona,
mountains surround the landscape where ever you roam.
Windmills are also easy to spot.  I think I found 20 -some of these on this day trip.
I always think they make great pictures.  
For much more local Exploring  please check out my
newest blog page!
A picture filled post or two from my day in Wilcox is coming soon.
The line is even thinner with my new screwy work schedule. 
I often leave on one day  come back very early on the next
fall asleep just before the sun rises and than wake up thinking it's the next day.
Fair warning to all readers---Because of a huge over load of stupid and hate in the last few weeks I have closed my local Benson Facebook page for a little bit. 
I may choose to not re-open it actually.
Anyways, with all of this free time, not getting dumber as I read comments and not defending myself and my family   I will be posting on my blog pages more. 

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