For about 10 of the 25 years I worked, it was alongside a wonderful man I shall call Hector.
Only Hector is not his real name.
Well not everyone could work with Hector. They couldn’t understand what he was saying.
You see, Hector had a speech impediment. And he was Hispanic.
The rrrrrr’s just rolled out of his mouth.
I was the only person that understood Hector. To me it wasn’t hard; I just focused on every word he said.
He talked to himself a lot. Every time he was frustrated he would say the “Sh*t” word.
I said “Hector, you’ve got to stop saying that. Someone will hear you and take offense.”
He would say “I dough not know how to stop saying the
I said “Think of something else to say in place of “Sh*t or I will charge you a quarter for each time you say “Sh*t” and we’ll buy ice cream with the money and you won’t get any!”
He looked at me with confusion. I could tell he was thinking. I could tell he was searching for the appropriate word.
From then on, Hector would drop something and we would hear him say “Shoes!”
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“Shoes this and shoes that!”
The years flew by and one day I showed up at Hector’s (not his real name) retirement party. He approached me with his wife, gave me a big hug and told me in his thick Hispanic accent,
“I just wanted you to know, I dough not ever say the word “Sh*t” or “Shoes” anymore.
“That’s fantastic Hector. How did you stop?” I asked.
“Yolanda (not her real name) charges me a whole dollar if I say the word “Shoes.” She said she is sick and tired of hearing it. And she took all my money.”
Well I guess you can teach an old dog a new trick. ~Ames