The hotel floor creaked with the weight of them as they barreled up to the bar. They spoke no Spanish, but instead a simplified English that would have been comical if it wasn’t so insulting.
“Hey, Peedro! What’s a fella got to do to get a fucking drink around here?” bellowed the fatter of the two.
Olivár made the snap decision to take the high road. He turned slowly and placed his hands on the tiled surface. “What would you like, sir?” he said in his perfect English.
“I’ll be dipped in dogshit!” said the other. “This wetback speaks American!”
I WOULD dip him in dogshit, were I Olivar!
Laugh riot.
The ugly American makes yet another appearance.
Haha! Nice one, Randy. A story told with a narrative as smooth as fine whiskey about characters who are as rough as moonshine.
If they’d come into I would have made them put some money in the swear box then my customers would have helped me escort hem back out again!
Muy Goodo…
Olivar had some class. The two fat guys? Not so much. Not my kind of Americans.
LOL, American. Nicely played!