The Trials and Tribulations of Being Painfully out of Context
No matter how much Dark Temptation Axe-Effect shower gel I use (a chocolate smelling fragrance that implies that because women like chocolate, they will find men who smell of chocolate irresistible, ladies?) I can't seem to wash the Anglo-Dutch stamp off of my forehead. Perhaps it's because I'm from Groton. Or maybe because when I muscle the average Argentine for position on the subte platform it's like Dikembe boxing out Muggsy Bogues. Whatever it is, its F'ing annoying.
Everyone who still thinks it's sweet to look like Powder in Argentina, come on and take a walk with me:
After a breakfast of hitting snooze 3 times, I catch a bus to a no-gringo zone. Here I have an uncanny ability to rouse the homeless from their cardboard dreams, one in particular who decides to follow me for four blocks whistling the US National Anthem.
I also think its unfair people assume I can't speak Spanish or dance... but as I can do neither, I guess I'll have to grin and bear it. I will leave you with a (not-so) relevant deep thought by Jack Handy.
I hope that someday we will be able to put away our fears and prejudices and just laugh at people.
3 years ago