Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Our Foreign Friend
hung with us at Kippy’s Kool Kup. Seemed
almost American in many regards, but
seethed at some of the ignorance we displayed.
Well, what the hell do we know about his country?
Besides, our stupidity was just a form of kidding.
Mostly, we didn’t know that the silent treatment
formed a respected convention there.
He stopped talking and would draw little
cartoons by way of conversation.
After nine months of this he announced
“Gestation new American citizen become
finish!” He had turned in his passport, and
passed his exam!
Shockerino!
The old counry didn’t give up, though, sending
two blocks accoutered in pale canary slacks
and chartreuse shirts with tiny alligators over
the right tit.
He hid in the kitchen, Cook Dorothy telling him
that they’d have to come through her, and that
couldn’t happen.
The gangsters left, and Dorothy and he got engaged.
A little something between them beforehand? What did
he draw in previous kitchen visits?
Fast forward a year and Kippy retires, selling the place
to the old married couple.
We often ask him if he hated us for saying brainless things.
“That was American then,” he assures.
Labels: American, attitudes towards foreigners, citizenship, foreigner, immigrant
