As most of my stories seem to start around here, I was heading home after the bar tonight.
I stopped at a 24 hour Taco Bell for some gut filler. And a car pulled in just ahead of me. The car seemed to be taking an unusually long time. Finally I heard voices growing louder and louder. The clearly couldn’t understand each other, and were both getting frustrated and annoyed. It was the order-taking-speaker and the car in front yelling and finally screaming and cursing at each other, but every word English.
I could hear it pretty clearly by then, they were both not very good at English; and clearly, by accent, native Spanish speakers, which in Denver means a 99% chance they are of recent Mexican heritage. Finally the store manager walked out to the car to speak to them, who himself emigrated from Mexico(I know him pretty well), and speaks pretty heavily accented English, and took their order in English.
It was just very surreal. Sitting in line for nominally Mexican food, while listening to three people sort things out in English when they all damn well knew it would have been a lot easier in Spanish. I just have no idea what was going on.