Thursday, May 2, 2013
As they say, truth is stranger than fiction. And my friends will attest that I'll talk to just about anyone.
Standing at the café counter, waiting for my coffee and danish, I listen to the sound system play a catchy Gypsy Kings tune. It spirals me back to my recent Mexican vacation. My hips take on a life of their own and cha-cha-cha to the music.
The man in line beside me laughs and I turn to him, cha-cha-cha-ing, eyes wide, big smile: “It’s just like being on vacation!”
His smile disappears and he growls: “No it is not!”
“You’re right,” I say, glancing at my watch, “it’s ten o'clock in the morning. If I was on vacation, I’d have a drink in my hand.”
He points his finger-gun at me. “Exactly!”
He appears angry as he scoops up his take-away coffee and marches off. I feel a wave of pity for him, until I see his hips sway.
He looks back and smiles.
Baile, señor! Baile!