Quineño felt the weight of his sweat-soaked shirt as he moved from table to table with the heavy bus tub.
The two cowboy gabachos were smoking cigarettes despite the sign posted above their table: No Fumar, with a red X across the cigarette.
Señora Brena already had told them to stop, but they made a great show pretending not to understand her heavily accented English.
Quineño spoke perfect English, having spent most of his life right across the border in Eagle Pass.
He even used to consider himself half Texan, though seeing men like these made him seriously reconsider this.
Too bad we can’t all get along.
This seems like an all-too-real scenario these days.
There has always been friction near the border, but what is happening now is far beyond tension. So sad.
Rude people for sure – They knew exactly what they were doing and didn’t care! Nice story. For the last twenty years, I’ve heard about the Texas border and the problems. Now, the media says it’s worse. I think it hasn’t changed except for the attention the media give it. Nice story!
Not Texan yet – I’d be surprised if those cowboys could pronounce his name.