There are many things we dislike, some a little and some with a passion. I dislike getting those calls at home: " May we speak with the lady of the house? ¨ I use to get upset, well I still do, maybe the best option to that is just say: Sure ... Hold On .... And then just leave the phone off the hook. Having been in sales, you develop this negative feeling for ¨strokers or tire kickers¨ I don't care what it is, they are not buying anything and only wasting your time. I also dislike talking of Vietnam....What a f..&%&ing waste of resources and precious lives that was. And that brings me to the most annoying and disgusting thing: Getting outflanked...?
There is this little main plaza in Santiago with a nice small gazebo in the middle. As I was siting around early in the morning, waiting for a business that handles copies of survey plans to open, I noticed this lady and 2 guys just looking around, but just not looking around .... searching. Yes they were on a mission, you know bible and brochures on hand. But I kept noticing they were not approaching all and everybody, they were calling on .... foreign looking people. Selective !!! these ..... missionaries ... hum .... predators? Well its not my business.
As I kept reviewing my papers ..... I hear...¨Good Morning¨ .... good English, and before you say that accent was from lets say...Utah !! ... no, no.... California all the way. This young man in his mid 20´s tries to follow up with ¨I have a brochure....¨ I am surprised and respond politely.... Mira muchacho...no jodas. OK maybe I was not as polite as possible. The kid moves on and as I continue to review plans on my hand I get it from the blind side...."Hello, I have the word..this brochure.." Wait a minute lady...You don't know who I am? I am the guy that comes here to the park every morning at this time...and....I play with myself...!!!
She is taken back but not retreating,
I got to go for my weapon, where is it? Here it is...I'm reaching....She realizes my move and now she is moving backwards. I got my hands in my weapon, I'm thinking: I hope it does not jam, its happen before, I'm reaching, I have it ... She is hauling ass, she can move when she wants to ... I got it, I shoot .. I got a shot of her as she is regrouping with her partners. All clear. Safe.
I cant figure it out; In the US some will call me a Mexican, here they see me as a Gringo, What gives? Grindio....? In Peru you could probably have this conversation.....
Hola Hermanito...Whachuchai causita?...Y el Cholo...Quien el Charapa?...No el Cholo...!!?? El Characato?, No seas huevon, El Cholo - Cholo ... Ah Ya firme, Que Cholo Mas Cholo .... Cholo Chuto como el solo. Yanto primo.
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