I was in Guadalajara last Tuesday, and a waiter <br />came up to my table wearing a nametag that <br />said his name was Jesus. I couldn’t believe his <br />audacity and presumptuousness making fun of <br />our Lord like that! <br /> <br />So I stood up and slugged him in the gut. He <br />went sprawling across the floor. Some <br />restaurant employees ran over and grabbed me <br />and held me down until the police came. What <br />a scene! <br /> <br />I found out later the waiter’s name was actually <br />pronounced, “Hey-Seuss” and a lot of people in <br />Mexico have that name. I guess it’s a tribute to <br />Dr. Seuss or something, and not an insult <br />directed at our Lord. <br /> <br />But how was I supposed to know that ridiculous <br />pronunciation? One of the things I hate about <br />Mexico is that everyone is always walking <br />around speaking Spanish.<br /><br />Professor Poetry Hound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spanish-lesson/
