Friday night, I picked up some food to take to Jacque's for dinner.
I'd always wanted to try Dona Lupe's, and I had a hankerin' for authentic chile rellenos, so I figured I'd try it out.
When I paid for the food, the cashier gave me the total in Spanish.
I was confused. Did he not speak any English? It was a good thing I could see the total!
"Can I write a check for that?"
"Sure," he said in English. "That will be $15.58."
I wondered why he switched languages on me. Then I had an idea. I called Nadia immediately.
"I think he thought I was Mexican! See? I told you I'm brown!"
"Okay. You keep dreaming."
"Mexicano es mio!!!"