We frequent an awesome li'l taco joint: Gordito's.
It's affordable, fast and damn good.
I've only been in once with the cast on, and the owners weren't there, so they didn't see me.
Or so I thought.
Also, Papi wrote them an email about an employee who had put her hands into the cheese and had a snack.
This actually happened months ago, but Papi felt the need to say something anyway.
He thought it would be more or less anonymous, because there are SO many people that go into that restaurant.
They do very well for themselves, and rightly so.
So, the day after the email we went in for some lunch and one of the owners was there.
Upon seeing me hobble in on crutches, he held the door for us.
When I came through the door, he said, "Hey! No more cast! Great!"
I was wondering how the hell he knew I had a cast in the first place.
He didn't see me before, right?!
Then he turned to Papi and said, "I got your email. Thank you. Did you read my response?"
All of a sudden I felt like our car and house were bugged.
Maybe I've been watching too much Breaking Bad, but I'll tell you, it was really creepy.
Papi and I have never lived in a small town before.
Forget about ME being the Papirazzi, we have a whole small town to do the job.
Lots of people now know everything we do.
People know who we are.
Talk about paranoia.
It was a bit shocking for Papi and I who could live without anyone knowing our business in Vancouver, with the exception of course that Papi likes to blurt out everything about our lives on Facebook.
And me?
Well, I blurt it out in much greater detail here on my blog.
But still.
There are plenty of people who don't know us in Vancouver.
The other day, I made a new friend who said, "Yeah, I've seen you around. Hard to miss someone with as many tattoos as me."
We're not used to this.
All of a sudden I feel like I'm in a fishbowl.
We better behave, I'll tell ya.
That whole lunch at Gordito's, Papi and I offered options as to how the hell he knew I had a cast and how the hell he knew who Papi was by his email, when we've never given the man our names.
Besides, everyone here calls Papi, 'Hector'. Not, 'Easton', which is how he signed the email
I'm sure if you live in a small town, you'll be giggling right about now.
We city slickers have a new culture to get used to.
Everyone knows everything.
It's the strangest thing ever, to me.
I don't know anything about anybody, but I'm sure, hanging out long enough we'll be part of the crowd and know what our neighbour a mile away had for breakfast and when they have their bowel movements.
This is something to get used to.
It's a whole new level of 'get to know your neighbour'.
They seem to already know me.
Gratitude 7/10
1. I am grateful for nice people.
2. I am grateful for a good sleep last night.
3. I am grateful there is less swelling in my ankle.
4. I am grateful the dogs slept so much last night.
5. I am grateful to have Spanish teachers everywhere.
6. I am grateful for my homemade toasted coffee.
7. I am grateful to be feeling like I can do more.
8. I am grateful my depressed moment has lifted.
9. I am grateful we are getting the house bombed for ants and termites today.
10. I am grateful I live in a village with such sweet people.
It's affordable, fast and damn good.
I've only been in once with the cast on, and the owners weren't there, so they didn't see me.
Or so I thought.
Also, Papi wrote them an email about an employee who had put her hands into the cheese and had a snack.
This actually happened months ago, but Papi felt the need to say something anyway.
He thought it would be more or less anonymous, because there are SO many people that go into that restaurant.
They do very well for themselves, and rightly so.
So, the day after the email we went in for some lunch and one of the owners was there.
Upon seeing me hobble in on crutches, he held the door for us.
When I came through the door, he said, "Hey! No more cast! Great!"
I was wondering how the hell he knew I had a cast in the first place.
He didn't see me before, right?!
Then he turned to Papi and said, "I got your email. Thank you. Did you read my response?"
All of a sudden I felt like our car and house were bugged.
Maybe I've been watching too much Breaking Bad, but I'll tell you, it was really creepy.
Papi and I have never lived in a small town before.
Forget about ME being the Papirazzi, we have a whole small town to do the job.
Lots of people now know everything we do.
People know who we are.
Talk about paranoia.
It was a bit shocking for Papi and I who could live without anyone knowing our business in Vancouver, with the exception of course that Papi likes to blurt out everything about our lives on Facebook.
And me?
Well, I blurt it out in much greater detail here on my blog.
But still.
There are plenty of people who don't know us in Vancouver.
The other day, I made a new friend who said, "Yeah, I've seen you around. Hard to miss someone with as many tattoos as me."
We're not used to this.
All of a sudden I feel like I'm in a fishbowl.
We better behave, I'll tell ya.
That whole lunch at Gordito's, Papi and I offered options as to how the hell he knew I had a cast and how the hell he knew who Papi was by his email, when we've never given the man our names.
Besides, everyone here calls Papi, 'Hector'. Not, 'Easton', which is how he signed the email
I'm sure if you live in a small town, you'll be giggling right about now.
We city slickers have a new culture to get used to.
Everyone knows everything.
It's the strangest thing ever, to me.
I don't know anything about anybody, but I'm sure, hanging out long enough we'll be part of the crowd and know what our neighbour a mile away had for breakfast and when they have their bowel movements.
This is something to get used to.
It's a whole new level of 'get to know your neighbour'.
They seem to already know me.
i am beautiful and smart and that is how everyone sees me
Gratitude 7/10
1. I am grateful for nice people.
2. I am grateful for a good sleep last night.
3. I am grateful there is less swelling in my ankle.
4. I am grateful the dogs slept so much last night.
5. I am grateful to have Spanish teachers everywhere.
6. I am grateful for my homemade toasted coffee.
7. I am grateful to be feeling like I can do more.
8. I am grateful my depressed moment has lifted.
9. I am grateful we are getting the house bombed for ants and termites today.
10. I am grateful I live in a village with such sweet people.
We live 20 minutes from that town!!! It's not like they are 5 minutes away! I guess everyone knows the tat gringo tranny....
ReplyDeletethere's one road. everyone has to go on the road. it might be spread out, but we alllllllll share the road. yup. they know who we are.
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