Ok, sitting in the Dominican hair dresser’s shop, and waiting my turn.
If you’ve never been to or heard about a Dominican hair salon before, they manage ALL hair types, because the Dominican Republic has all types of people. So you’ve got Haitians, Cubans, Jamaicans, Puerto Ricans, and plain old brown folks like me all sitting here waiting to get our ‘do done. And there’s Spanish music playing on the background, and it’s all just really kinda cool. 🙂
Annnnywayyyy, so this Spanish mother and daughter are sitting on the couch too, and I could not resist chuckling over the following exchange:
Mother, looking at her phone: oh, today’s cinco de mayo.
Daughter, staring off into the distance: oh yeah, that’s right. What is that again?
Mother: I dunno, when the Mexicans celebrate… Something.
Daughter: wait, isn’t that tomorrow?
…Is it wrong that i chuckled to myself?
In my opinion, this supports my theory that only drunk people needing an excuse to party really give a flying fart in space about Cinco de Mayo.