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MEXICOWANDERER
Mar 15, 2015Explorer
Late 70's Guadalajara Jalisco
I was thirsty and saw a pair of mismatched swinging doors...
It was a cantina all right. The real McCoy. Sanitario was a bucket in a corner in plain sight.
Got halfway to the bar the cantinero was leaning on his forearms.
From one of the 18"diameter tables came a shout...
HEY! YOU! GRINGO! WHAT YOU DO HERE?
Ï turned to the drunk and said "No soy gringo!"
I heard the scraping of chairs
"Soy PINCHE gringo!""
It brought down the house. The drunk steered me to his table and flooded me in Carta Blancas. The next thing I knew I was being asked if I knew their cousin in Fresno, and how much money it took to buy a 'peekup'. I crawled to a taxi after midnight.
That learned me.
I was thirsty and saw a pair of mismatched swinging doors...
It was a cantina all right. The real McCoy. Sanitario was a bucket in a corner in plain sight.
Got halfway to the bar the cantinero was leaning on his forearms.
From one of the 18"diameter tables came a shout...
HEY! YOU! GRINGO! WHAT YOU DO HERE?
Ï turned to the drunk and said "No soy gringo!"
I heard the scraping of chairs
"Soy PINCHE gringo!""
It brought down the house. The drunk steered me to his table and flooded me in Carta Blancas. The next thing I knew I was being asked if I knew their cousin in Fresno, and how much money it took to buy a 'peekup'. I crawled to a taxi after midnight.
That learned me.
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