Yesterday afternoon we joined the chaos that is Costco on a Sunday afternoon.
Surrounded in the sea of people, mashed into the mess was a little girl.
She was about five or 6 years old, a Hispanic girl, speaking quite fluently in Spanish to her parents.
In between speaking to her parents she was practicing her English.
Obviously a student of the Al Pacino Primer, she kept saying over and over and over again:
Are you kidding me? You’re crazy!
Are you kidding me? You’re crazy!
Are you kidding me? You’re crazy!
Costco on a Sunday afternoon? She’s probably right.
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Makes me want to say,”You blogging to me?”
Makes me think of going to Wal-Mart!
Sounds like my freshman algebra classes.
Missed you guys this weekend.
i had a german friend who learned all his english from american music…it made for very interesting conversations.
are you sure she didn’t pick that up from the parking lot? sounds like a parroting of me yelling at the top of my lungs during my foray of any costco parking lot.
I’ve found there simply isn’t a good time to go to Costco!
Too funny. I would love to have been there, for more than one reason, of course.