I went to visit my dad in Newport Beach last christmas with my grandparents. While I was there, my grandparents would head everyday to this licor store across the block to buy lottery tickets. After 3 weeks of going there, the store clerk gets curious about the fact that my grandparents only spoke spanish and they where short and caramel skinned. She was your typical hollywood blonde. She asks where are we from. I answer: "We're from Puerto Rico". She responds: "Oh... Is that on the south of Mexico?". Suddenly the store owner comes out: "I told you they were mexicans. You can't go wrong with that accent."
I got pissed. I took out my drivers license and threw it on the counter. "Read it you pair of jackasses!"
They lowered their heads in shame and I left wondering how they never figured out I was a minor reading Playboy.
I got pissed. I took out my drivers license and threw it on the counter. "Read it you pair of jackasses!"
They lowered their heads in shame and I left wondering how they never figured out I was a minor reading Playboy.
