I spend a good portion of my life abroad waiting.
Waiting for old ladies that cut me in line.
Waiting for people to unload their sundries from their car on a narrow Spanish cobblestone street while I’m trying to get by on my public bike that I just waited in line to be able to get.
Waiting for my Spanish friends when we’re walking to another bar because they don’t walk at the normal pace that Americans do.
Waiting for wait staff to decide that they might take my order if they are bored and have nothing better to do.
Waiting for people to do things when they are damn good and ready.
Today, in the spirit of biculturalism, I attempted to partake in this very Spanish custom of making random strangers wait. I was getting my groceries from out of Perplexus´s car and got lambasted by a man with his family who couldn’t get by. His exact words (translated) were:
"I guess our concepts of citizenry must be different".
Dude, bite me. He only said that because I’m a foreigner. If I were Spanish, he would have waited like all Spanish people have to do for each other all the damn time.
I admit it; I shouldn’t have made him wait, as it always bugs me when Spanish people make me wait. BUT FUCKING HELL, "our concepts of citizenry must be different"???. Yeah, dude, I was right about to start chucking random pieces of trash in your direction, and then pull my pants down and take a piss on your shoes, because you know, that’s what we do where I’m from.
-Bluestreak, the damn foreigner.