Alright, now listen to me, no one in this stupid country speaks Polish despite Cracola and I's attempts to force them to speak english.
But we are constantly confronted with American music. The cab driver was listening to Cher. The chick on Polish Idol was singing "Like a Virgin". They are playing "Don't Worry, Be Happy" right NOW in the internet cafe.
I want to run downstairs and ask the guys behind the counter, "HOW CAN YOU LISTEN TO BOBBY MCFARIN ALL DAY AND NOT SPEAK A WORD OF ENGLISH?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?"
I hope people in Cracow are nicer than the assholes in DC are. At least if they aren't nice and are rude, I won't have any idea what they are saying. Ignorance = bliss.
For example, I was driving to work this morning with the convertible top down with the iPod on random. My iPod is always on random because hey, I live on the edge. I live the idea of listening to a little Counting Crows then a little Jay-Z followed by a little Perry Como. Anyways, as I was at a stoplight in front of my building, George Michael's "Monkey" came on. Some jerk on the corner looked at me with disgust and said, loud enough so I could hear him over the music, "What, is it 1988 or something? Jesus Christ."
Well I wasn't going to let Mr. Frowny Face ruin my morning George Michael buzz so I put the car into gear and ran over the bastard.
Just kidding, my Miata wouldn't have even made it up the curb.