A foolish consistency

[pecunium]

As I was noodling around Blogshares (actually, I was moderating votes on the index) and I found a guy complaining about having to choose beween English and Spanish when he uses the ATM.

I asked him what the problem was, after all, it was capitalism in action.

Comments

[don-fitch.livejournal.com]

Oh, landscapers shouldn't have much of a problem -- they're the upper-level people who decide what plants to put where, and generally need know only enough Spanish to tell the gardeners and other actual workers what to do. (I'm conservative enough to oppose degradation of the language, okay? Mind you, I also shudder when "gardener" is applied to unskilled workers who don't understand plants at all.)

As an Aside: Mrs. Arita, my landlady (grandmotherly type) in Berkeley c. 1954, frequently mentioned that when her late husband had migrated to the U.S. the only job he could obtain was as a gardener -- although he knew practically nothing about plants and had been a banker in Japan.