Furniture Store Pic: Papeles de Gringos
I wanted to show you a picture of a furniture store by mi casa:
"Credito Sin Papeles de Gringos" is roughly translated into : Credit without the white man's papers.
I love this. The white man gringos have been making it difficult for us to get credit for too long and my neighborhood empresarios have taken away the gringo paperwork. It's about time someone other than Sears gave us credito.
Please take a look at the objects in the picture. Creo I believe that there is a picture of two white people at the beach. Yes, we Latinos like to have as many pictures of white people at the beach as possible. It is common knowledge. There is a Latino version of the Holy Mary. In mi casa Jesus has blonde hair with blue eyes, so I like that some people out there believe the Christ family was Latino. If they were, they were most likely Guatemalan. Si, Jesus was Guatemalan. Miguel says Jesus was black, but I personally believe that Jesus wouldn't like Miguel very much:
Ok, that sign was a fake from www.churchsigngenerator.com
But, this sign is real:
I took it today off of 14th St. by the U St. corridor. Can anyone love a prostitute? Luckily, this question was answered for me when I was eating sopa de mariscos (seafood soup) for breakfast at a local food place.
There is a place where I eat breakfast every Saturday and Sunday morning called "El Amigo". It is a dive Salvadorean restaurant that has great food. You know, one of those places that only accepts cash. I sat at the counter next to some women. I said good morning to the woman when I realized she had a stubble.
Now, unfortunately some of the Latin women (not Guatemalans as we are perfect) have problems with facial hair. This woman however, was no woman. I was about to eat breakfast next to one of my neighborhood transvestites. Que dia glorioso, Oh Glorious day!
I wasn't aware that the transvestites came out during the day, but here they were in all of their unshaven belleza, beauty. They even put on makeup OVER their stubble.
My sopa de mariscos was good and El Guapo had a smile on his face the entire time. I do not know how often I will have the opportunity to eat breakfast next to a transvestite, so I cherished the moment. The transvestite said something to me that was so profound that I will carry it in mi cabeza, head for the rest of my life:
"Can you give me the salt?"
Yes, madam transvestite, I can.
Oh, si, I believe you can love a prostitute.