Sunday, September 28, 2014

92.7 % Gringa

I have a suspicion that I might be crazy when I'm old. Countless times I've thought I've seen a stranger in my bedroom. Being of somewhat sound mind instead of thinking I'm in the middle of a home invasion I take a second look and think to myself, "Silly it's most like your imagination."  I take a closer look to see it's just my jacket hanging of a hook. When I'm old and senile and when my ability to reason has gone with my hearing and eye sight I'm 92.7 % sure that I will no longer think my jacket is just a jacket hanging on a hook but I will most likely scream, fall to the floor, and I will push on my life alert button dangling on a shoestring hanging from around my neck.

I'm only 35 but it's already started to happen. I'm going crazy.

We live down the street from a Department of Motor Vehicles. This DMV is situated smack dab in the middle of a residential area. The closest corner store or strip mall is more than a mile away. A savvy business owner seized the opportunity to feed cantankerous DMV employees and impatient drivers and has set up their taco cart on the street right in front of the DMV. I've driven by the cart many times and haven't really paid much attention other than mentally applauding their business sense. However one day as I was driving by I caught a quick glance at the menu scribbled on a large piece of neon pink poster board and I read, "Tortas for Gingos." (Tortas a Mexican style sandwich and Gringo a Mexican derogatory term describing a white person).

I was super offended and thought, "HOW IN THE WORLD can a taco cart get away with such an offensive menu?" Being so offended by what I read I turned my car around and I was going to give that taco cart a piece of my mind. However being a person who is extremely standoffish toward conflict, I didn't get out of the car, instead I drove by extremely slow giving the cart and all of it's tortas the evil eye. But when a person drives their car at a tortoise pace a person has a better view of offensive menus. The menu did not say "Tortas for Gringos" Instead it was listing off the food that the taco cart sells: 1. Tortas 2. Gringas. I felt a bit sheepish and stopped my evil stare down and drove off rather quickly.

Then I went home and googled Gringas.