Yeah, you guessed it... I spent my 4th of July building a fence on the line bordering my yard and my Mexican neighbors'. If that doesn't make you laugh, you should probably consider reading a different post on this blog, because let me tell you... it's hilarious. Granted, there was absolutely no deep political commentary or ulterior motive in any of this. It just so happened that a large portion of our fence was falling down, and upon conferring with our neighbors a few weeks ago, we decided to rebuild it. Unsurprisingly enough, our neighbors managed to defy just about all stereotypes that have come across my attention. They were able to communicate with my family and myself perfectly well, without even the aid of talking loudly and slowly... or repeating important words like "fence".
Also, they insisted on paying for the fence, since we had paid for the original one way back when before they lived there. Also, they were completely inept as far as basic construction knowhow went, and it was obvious that they had not spent much time building or working in the yard.In conclusion, "surprise, surprise. People are people, regardless of where they are from or what language they learned to speak first." I've been, and still am, trying not to ride the coattails of the esteemed Mr. Ouzo's musings on these topics, so I will just leave it at that. I just found the whole situation too amusing to pass up.
Have a happy 4th, and as always... Keep Watching The Skis!
I mean skies.
P.S. My neighborhood sounds like a fucking war zone.
