Near my metro stop, the Hispanic men wait around for day labor jobs at the 7-11 . When Ronnie dropped me off this morning, I suggested he stop by for some coffee on the way home. He said it was an interesting idea, and then added, "what you don't know, is that while you were gone, I spent some time waiting there for day jobs, learned some construction, gardening and painting, and how to speak basic Spanish".
I probably missed three trains in the time it took me to stop laughing.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
1 comment:
I think your husband is a racist, and it disgusts me!
Blueberry muffins, huh? Does he find something unacceptable about chocolate-chip muffins? I, for one, would like him to explain that one.
Can't we all learn to get along? When will people learn that they should only eat "everything-bagels"?
Post a Comment