ACCIDENCE IS NOT ALWAYS THE ESSENSE
You can’t really judge one based on his/her looks. As Melanie Marquez put it, “Don’t judge my brother (Joey Marquez), he’s not a book”.
This happened to me a week ago at Stone Co. After coming from Jean’s house, we were
“inspired” to finish our front lawn project. Jaz was charitable enough to allow me to get some more stones to border our front lawn.
Upon informing the manager, he pointed me to a pile of uncut stones. He was kind enough to let one of his workers help me load the stones to the palette. He appears to me as a Mexican. When I sensed that we have already set aside a number of stones, I counted them sensitively in Spanish; “uno, dos, tres, etc…veinte-dos.” Then I looked at the Mexican and told him, “veinte mas”.
"Umm", he says, and silently counted too the stones. Out of the blue and to my amazement, he uttered, in a very slang manner, “Fo’ty two, ‘k, you want, twenty mo’e, I can help you with tha’” and so on and so fort.
Indeed, had he was not wearing a Mexican hat, a tanned skinned and had he been out of my sight, with the way he speaks, he could pass as a full blooded-red-neck American.
On my way home, I had a little introspection on how far that fellow surpassed me in terms of “speaking American”. I was miles behind him.
Indeed, accidence is not always the essence.
As the Little Prince says, "What is essential is invisible to the eyes."
