a mexican woman came up to me at a mall in san diego asking me for a light. she was speaking in spanish and i was looking at her with the what the fucking hell are u saying face. i said," can u speak english? i dun understand spanish... "
she said," ur parents didnt teach u spanish? u better learn and not lose ur heritage. "
i replied," u think i'm spanish?"
she quietly mumbled," u not mexican?"
me," i'm CHINESE. ni hao mah?"
estatic, i proudly proclaimed to BY that someone thought i was spanish...
she said that she always thought i looked mat... mat...
mat...
the words echoed through my head. i was dumbfounded, hurt and crushed.
she went on to call me.
ricky nanchos.
tony pepperoni.
adriano burrito.
note that her vocabulary of names is limited to food. granted she said that if anyone thought i was italian she wld call me tony pepperoni.
ricky nanchos...
like an arrow through my heart.
This is the second coming of the return of the rise of the revivial of the resurrection of the... Okay, you should be getting the drift by now.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
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