Today, I had a doctor’s appointment, and if anything delights me while I’m in the waiting room, is seeing other Latinos there. They are just warm, friendly, and talkative. I LOVE my people, even more so, how honest they are. I sat next to a Latina elderly lady. She starts conversing with me and says I look like a muchachita which prompted her to ask my age, loudly. I was reluctant to answer at first, as I thought, “Great woman, what is she going to ask me next, the color of my panties?” But NOT me, no way, Latinos respect their elders. I oblige. I would’ve told her whatever she wanted to know. She talked about her grandchildren, her sons, and how much tougher life is for people her age. She was absolutely adorable. She said that now that she’s old she lives in fear of going out, getting robbed, or shot. I said, “Getting shot? By who?” She replies, “Mira nena, la Policíaaa! ¿Tu no ves las noticias? Eso está malo, uno no puede ni levantar las manos, te matan y ya!” L♥VE mi gente.
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Latinos are natural born haters! Not all, but many of us. We just refuse to give credit where credit is due. I recall when I was a little girl, it was in the 80s and my dad bought a blue Chevrolet Impala. Our neighbor told my dad it was an ugly car and then asked how much he paid for it. When my dad told him the price, he said, “Pagastes mucho, te robaron!” Later that week, the man went and bought the SAME car, the SAME model, of the SAME year in the SAME color. Then he put plastic covers all over the interior. Papi said, “Ese tipo es estúpido, se le va a pegar ese plastico. Sudara en el verano y se va a congelar el cul@ en el invierno!”
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I tend to think that my writing is witty if not short and sweet. In the workplace, I’m succinct. In business writing, I am very professional, but brief. I recall an old job I had, I would send an email that would state something more or less similar to the Read More
This young lady needs to run for President of Mexico when she gets older! Beautiful and smart. She reminds me of a quote that says, “Here’s to STRONG WOMEN. May we KNOW them. May we BE them. May we RAISE them.”
You can spot a Latino man just by looking at his neck. Latino men love wearing a gold chain. Just one. Usually without a necklace charm, but if they do wear one it’s a crucifix or La Virgencita. It’s in their veins. I’ve never seen a Latino man without a chain on (it’s usually a Cuban link in yellow or white gold), and those who don’t, do wear a choker. I’m sure there are a rare few who don’t like them at all, but I’ve yet to meet one. Latino men LOVE wearing gold chains so much, we swear they’re born that way, bling-blinging!
Latinos LOVE making themselves at home. I recall when my second eldest sister turned 18. She told the family she was moving out. She wasn’t getting married and she wasn’t going to college and they had to deal with it (my parents were really strict). She chose to work and leave the home instead. Mom agreed and was relieved my sister, at the time, found an apartment in a building where my cousin used to be the Super (for those of you who don’t know, a “super” is a superintendent, one who manages or supervises a residential building). My sister noticed that every time she arrived home from work something felt different. The furniture was slightly moved. Her food was missing. She would turn the TV on and it was always on the sports channel. She would ask my cousin and he reassured her no one had access to the building. Months passed, and one day she came home from work early. To her surprise, who does she find on her couch, eating popcorn, and chilling? My cousin. The Super. My sister kicked him out, then called the landlord of the tenement, and got our cousin FIRED. Did I mention that’s my mean sister? Gotta love her! Since then, our family reunions are not what they used to be!
Many Latinos HATE Secret Santa. As you know, dear lovely readers of mine, I can only share what I experience. I assume, most Latinos like to give GOOD quality gifts. Personally, I rather not get someone a present before getting them a crappy one. To hell with “it’s the thought that counts.” Nuh-uh, I am a full ingrate. I do NOT expect anything from anyone, let alone knickknacks. I remember when we were little, and we were still acculturating, my sister had a Secret Santa in school and so did I. My mom purchased a beautiful doll, she went over the budget for my classmate. My sister’s Secret Santa was a boy, and my mom got him a cool toy, it was a cop on a bike and the lights went on, it even had a siren (No, it didn’t shoot up the home when it realized we were Latinos), but all in all, mom got those kids really nice toys. I don’t remember what I got. And if I did, it was overshadowed by what I witnessed that day. My mom and I went to pick my sister up from school and she came out wearing this bold big bright green plastic beaded clip-on earrings, bulgy necklace, and bracelets. My mom asked her where was her Secret Santa gift. She proudly responded, “I’m wearing it!” My mom was furious, that gift must’ve been less than $3. Mom said, “Esa porqueria? Quitate eso. Pareces la Puerca de Juan Bobo!” Cruelty. It runs in my family. That story cracks me up all the time!