Just Jamie Rambling

I haven't been in a blogging mood as of late, but i've had some ideas for blogs running through my head. So, I will present them in a non-sensical rambling forum for you. Here goes.
I must first state that I am in no way a racist person. Not at all. However, i have decided that I am sick and tired of something. Non english speaking customers. Really, this IS America. Land of the free and home of the brave. I think we should add english speaking to that little phrase. I just am tired of customers walking up and handing me money and then rattling of a paragraph of spanish. Then they get upset that I don't understand what they want. Well excuse me but to quote a tshirt I saw recently, "Ok, so you snuck in. SPEAK ENGLISH." Now not all hispanics snuck in to America. Some are born and raised here. SO LEARN THE LOCAL LINGO. DON"T EXPECT ME TO KNOW YOUR LANGUAGE IN MY COUNTRY. Just a pet peeve I guess.
I have also come to the conclusion that the human race is inherently stupid. There are a few bright spots (Einstein, Beethoven, OC Cash and Rupert Hall) but by and large we are all pretty dumb. I had a lady come to me on Monday and ask if we sold gas. She was obviously well off, in her 50's I would guess and she must have driven RIGHT by all 10 of the gas pumps. So I tried to politely tell her that yes we sold gas and the pumps were right behind her. She then said she'd like to fill her Mercedes. Then she just stood there. I then realized that she was expecting me to fill her car up. Uhm....no. I told her that all the gas was self serve. So she took her $20 and said she'd get it herself then. She then proceeded to circle the pumps....twice before driving off. I should have called the highway patrol to check on her as she probably ran out of gas on the interstate and was freaking out. Just a pet peeve I guess.
I was driving home from work the other night and was trying to scan the radio for a station that wasn't jabbering or playing commercials. I finally landed on 99.5 KISS. They proceeded to finish the song and begin what turned out to be approximately 5 minutes and 32 seconds (I timed it) of commercials. I decided to call in and see if they would talk to me. If you can believe it, I actually got through to the DJ (ugh). I asked him where the "50 minutes of continous rock" was and he said "Well, we gotta pay the bills man." So I suggested to him that he quit and help them pay the bills with what they were paying him. He hung up. Just a pet peeve I guess.
So I guess that's all for now. I did decide to post a blog this time not a poem. Just FYI.