Living In Mexico: Sugar And Spice But Not Always Nice Part 4
You and your business partner have been working your tails off trying to get a bunch of modern, Mexican-style duplexes off the ground. You’ve poured too much money to think about into hiring Mexican workers to build this duplex complex. You all have not only hired locals to do all the work, tolerating the cultural problems when Gringos and Mexicans work together, but in the end you will have an upscale duplex to offer as modern housing to the Mexican people.
One evening you two think you deserve a treat. You go to a restaurant in Guanajuato you’ve yet to patronize. You get there, you begin walking upstairs to the dining room where the Mexicans are sitting, only to be stopped by a waiter. The waiter tells you that the two of you have to sit downstairs near the kitchen. You ask why. He is hesitant to say another word and, in fact, doesn’t.
You insist on being seated in the room where the Mexicans eat but your protestations fall on deaf ears and stiff necks. Screaming ensues. The screeching gets you nowhere at all.
As you begin to leave, another waiter who is more sympathetic...