You ever watch a major-league game, and look at the right-fielder, and say to yourself , “Man, I could do that”? Then you think for a second, and realize that the worst player on a double-A team could beat your entire all-state high-school squad, single-handed.
Although even in Spain, McDonald’s is apparently using the English, “I’m lovin’ it!”, I am working on the little bit of Spanish that I know, with the people behind the counter at the McDonald’s at Broadway and 96th.
Everyone who works there seems to be of Dominican extraction. I try to give them a smile and not screw up too much.
And in something semi-related, until I heard that the Royal Spanish Academy decided that the Spanish alphabet had two too many letters, I had no idea that there were 29 of them now down to 27 — having declared “ch” and “ll”, kaput.
Yes, like French, Spanish has a body that “decides” what is proper and what isn’t. Kind of like the International Tetherball Authority.