The world according to Riff

Had an intresting experience in the E.R. a while back...An elderly spanish speaking lady presented, with a multitude of complaints, chest pain, a little bit of weakness, some visual changes....bad diabetic...ect.....Now regardless of their status, we treat all people with dignity and respect. This poor little lady was really sick, needed to be admitted.....no prob...heal the sick I say.  The problem this time was due to the language barrier.. The only person available to translate at that time was her teenage grandson....with his little gang tats, and baggy pants hanging off his ass, and bandana nearly blocking his vision, actually had the nerve to bitch to us, "You people need to learn spanish here, I ain't got time for this shit"  The nerve of this punk! His grandmother was very ill, unemployed, and you geussed it a non-legal resident, getting care she would never pay for, and all this ass could do was bitch. Even though as health care providers we usually try to be over accomodating, and non judgemental, to keep every one happy, I couldn't stop myself from telling this ass hat to "check the map"...Later a nuse aid came on duty that was bilingual and we "dismissed" our little "humanitarian"......End of story, grandmother got better, and was very greatfull, (she brought us a pile of homemade tortillas a few days later..yum yum) and she was a very sweet person overall. What gets me, is how can someone (the peice of poop granson)  be so eager to bite the hand that feeds him? I bet if he actually had to pay for his care, and work to earn it_vs_selling crack or whatever gangbangers do for a living, he would not be so eager to gripe!....riff