They talk about "Busha" as if it's a real Polish word for Grandmother
Your detractors will be upset with me for agreeing with you but I now know of what you speak. Heretofore, I found your "polak" narratives amusing albeit irreverent. Something happened to me 2 weeks ago, however, that brought your point home as sharply as a novacaine needle to a pending root canal.
I was at a very big flea market in South Jersey. I had stopped at this outdoor deli stand. As I was peering through the refrigerator glass looking at this stuff that resembled spoiled herring in sour cream , I called to my wife asking her "what is
that"? Before my esposa could proffer her opinion, this man standing next to me said, in an incredulous tone "pear-row-gies"! To which I said, not even stopping to breathe, "Dude, I've never ever
in my life seen pierogies which looked like that"!!! (I was shocked at how quickly and vehement my response was, I'm usually the "let it go" type of guy). Buba's response to me was equally intense "Are you Polish"? "Where have you been living"? "China"? I immediately felt my face go hot; my lips trembling. I was ready to tell him a thing or two about where
I've lived; about how
I'm more Polish than he; and what a fake he is AND THEN SOME. Before I could do just that my wife grabbed me by the arm and led me to the adjacent ice cream stand for a much-needed cooling-off period. (Chocolate-peanut butter is my Valium). lol
Bubba was a polak.
Is it only me that finds the American "Polonia" attitude towards Poland irritating