I sit in my car, peer up and spell out out “Garcia” taking a quater of the time it usually takes one to check under a house for snakes.
But the best part, the chef’s kiss, was after she typed Garcia into their system and realized how badly she screwed up.
See, one’s whole excuse for making another spell out a non-English last name
(i.e. trying to be inconspicuously racist) is based on how perceptively uncommon it must be.
And Garcia just so happens to be the sixth most common surname, and that’s just in the United States.
Needless to say, her demenor changed significantly as she followed up with, “Eh... You got a phone number?”
’Cause appearantly, despite Garcia being such a weirdly uncommon last name,
for some pissy-pesky reason she couldn’t find the right one burried under the other 50,000 Garcias in their system.
Technology, am I right?
So, I guess what I’m driving at is that “G” and “J” have very difference sounds in English,
to say nothing in Spanish
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where a “J” is more akin to an “H” (like in Jose, as in “No way!?”).
And if you cannot differentiate between the two letters then you probably shouldn't have
a job that requires you to read, let alone fill, prescriptions!
Well, I could end this there. But there was somethin’ else going on in that corner store today.
Because directly across the street, bearing heat in the high eighties (y’know just to be sure
you took them seriously, no doubt) was a group of protesters protesting who
I can only presume to be her golden boy.
Not saying there’s a connection but merely it is an interesting set up of the checker board here.
Now, a bit of local context here. See, good reader, here in the good old South,
where our story is set, a poor white (of a kind the author is sprung and
if I may be so bold as to presume from not unlike company our hypocritical heroine orginates)
does not identify as White. Not exactly, a poor white in the rural South identifies as “not White
enough.” Now, whether they admit that to themselves is another matter entirely.
But it makes one wonder whether old girl thought she just had something to prove.
Because when you’re just White,
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