El Guapo in DC

I am El Guapo. The most Guapo man in all of DC. Mucho Amor

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Herpes of the Eye

Miguel has taken a liking to mi Linda’s pool. He has become a frequent visitor/guest/remote control holder. He is annoying at times, but it is bueno to have mi amigo around.

Neither of us had to work today, so we decided to hang out by the pool.

Most of the residents of this particular building are retired, so we were by far the youngest and most Guatemalan at the pool.

“Mira.” Miguel gestured with his chin with a backwards tilt of his head. “Did you see that?”

What?

“That old vieja. I think I saw a pube.”

Jesus Miguel. Don’t make me look at that.

“El Guapo, calm down. Don’t get all nervous around these people. They’re just upset because we’re not cleaning the pool. You know, I could get used to this.”

Maybe you’re right. Just don’t make me look at things like that.

Miguel put his hands behind his head and laid out on the yellow colored pool recliner. He had his Ray Ban’s and was truly enjoying life. I like Miguel. He doesn’t worry. He has no concerns. Sure, we have shed more than a tear over the years, but at the end of the day he just wants to be happy and smile. I like that about mi amigo. I’m jealous of this quality.

“Did you see that?”

What?

“All the gringos are wearing bikini briefs. If I were that gringo, the last thing in the world I would wear is that. Does he know that we can see his pinga? It’s not much of a pinga, but that’s what’s there.”

Why are you looking at that?

“El Guapo,” he taps my chest with the four fingers of his hand in a dismissive wave. “Come on. You were looking too. Just admit it. I think I’m going to wear one of those. Make all the ladies crazy.”

That’s a great idea…. Probably the best idea you’ve ever had. Make sure it’s a pretty color to match your pretty eyes….

The old person gazing went on for about another hour until thirty 10-year olds descended upon us like a herd of yapping Chihuahuas.

The children/Omen extra’s were directed by the Mongolian lifeguard that they needed to follow the following rules:

No screaming.
No splashing.
No going to the right side of the pool.
No pushing others into the water.
No diving.

“Just tell them they can’t have fun!”

Miguel, don’t. The lifeguard is cool.

“I’ve never seen an Oriental lifeguard before.”

Asian.

“Whatever. Think he can roll his r’s?”

Miguel asked me a couple of questions regarding the country of Mongolia and he finally became quiet after he discovered one of his favorite dishes hailed from that country.

“Think he knows how to make that? I love that.”

I ignored him for a while until several of the little Chihuahuas, who had been staring and pointing at us, followed their tall freckled leader over to speak to us.

“Hi.”

Hi.

“Do you guys live here?”

“His girlfriend does.”

“Oh, yeah, we didn’t think you lived here.”

Oh no…. The freckled pasty leader was brave and putting us down made his cohorts come closer to us.

“Why didn’t you think we lived here?”

“It doesn’t matter. Why aren’t you guys at work?”

We don’t have to work today. Why don’t you kids go play in the pool and have some pizza?

“Look kid, we had the day off.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a waiter.”

“Figures. My dad said that all waiters are stupid asses.”

Oh no…. Dear Santo Antonio, por favor, please help Miguel find his self control. Por Favor. Not a scene. Not at mi Linda's pool. Santo Antonio, por favor.

“Oh si? Your papa said that? Well, I hope your dad gets herpes. I hope he gets herpes of the eye.”

Before Miguel even responded, I had already begun walking away. I agreed with Miguel. There is nothing worse than having someone insult what you do for a living, but he had wished an STD on a child’s father. While extremely funny now, I was terrified of the child’s bleach-blonde 35ish mother who was lurking close by.

“I’m telling my mom you said that!”

“Phhhht. Go ahead. She has the bottle of Valtrex herself. Go tell her."

I make eye contact with Miguel and he smirks...

"Tell her El Guapo says hello. Hey, Miguel! Espera!”

Miguel, you are a bastard. Bueno, I never really liked the pool anyway. I don't even own a bikini brief. But if I did, I'd surely look guapissimo.

Mucho Amor,

El Guapo

14 Comments:

At 5:27 AM, Blogger P1P said...

Come on. The kid was a brat. I think Miguel did the honorable thing. Look at it this way he ould have tried holding the kid under water until it learned manners.

There was an extremely friendly girl at my University that got herpes of the eye. I knew her but I am really glad I never "knew her" if you get what I mean. There were some sweating guys down the Uni bar when that came out I can tell you.

Love the blog.

 
At 10:17 AM, Blogger Andraste said...

Yep, I'd have drowned the brat.

 
At 10:18 AM, Blogger Cheetarah1980 said...

little bastard children. I can't stand kids for exactly that reason. Why don't parents beat their children anymore so they know better than to mouth off to adults.

 
At 10:31 AM, Anonymous Sweet said...

What brats. I wish I could have been at that pool to hear him say that1

 
At 7:30 AM, Blogger KFarmer said...

Children have no manners these days and it's the parents fault. Can you imagine thinking, much less saying, anything like that to an adult when you were a kid? No way-My ass would have been handed to me in a hat-

 
At 9:51 AM, Blogger MMM said...

While I'm not necessarily disagreeing, I'd like to ask how often any of us completely mortified our own parents? Yes, the mother should have been there, apologizing profusely and promising military schooling for her obviously jerky offspring. However, children do have minds their own...as irritating as that can be.

El Guapo...you've convinced me. Love your blog and am now a convert to the "El Guapo for World Leader" campaign. I'll start the door to door canvassing right away.

 
At 10:23 AM, Blogger El Guapo in DC said...

Ninos... They repeat what their parents say. Sometimes, I think ignorancia is beautiful, but this child, oh this child, he knew what he was doing. I'm glad that he said something to Miguel, who can more than handle it.

 
At 3:19 PM, Blogger jali said...

I had something witty prepared yesterday, but the Blogger issues prevented their publication.

Just wanted you to know.

 
At 6:08 PM, Anonymous restaurant gal said...

I wish I could have been there with you two, so I could have said to the little urchin: "And I'm a restaurant hostess! What does you dad say about that? Wait, I already know, because I see his type every day at my podium!"

 
At 2:08 PM, Anonymous Diana Barry Blythe said...

Would have told the mother "Excuse me madam, your child is making a nuisance of himself. Please restrain him." or something like that.

Are parents going to the dogs now? Or is it just that particular neighborhood?

 
At 6:55 PM, Blogger CCC said...

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At 6:56 PM, Blogger CCC said...

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At 7:34 PM, Blogger Debby said...

All I can say is that I would have drowned the little SOB in hot sauce. Everytime one of my children mouthed off, and now whenever one of my grands mouth off, a mouth full of hot sauce does the trick!!

Of course, it doesn't help when children have such ignorant parents. Parents who shouldn't have been allowed to have children in the first damn place!!!!!!

 
At 9:21 PM, Blogger Big Pissy said...

Wow! You both showed amazing self-control.

I would have wanted to smack the cheeky little bugger!

 

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