Whoa! It's a Ghost!

After Jeff and I left the zoo, we decided to attempt to venture home. On the way, we saw a little bar/store that had some beers that we wanted to check out, so we decided to drop in and take a break from walking and the heat.

I ordered a Carib beer because I had seen an advertisement for Carib the night before and it was apparently a good one since it suckered me into buying one. While we were sitting down, the people on the table behind us got up and left, so I decided to pull my chair back a little bit to get out of the sun. Well, the owner apparently thought this was hilarious because he came running up to me laughing and just pulled my table out of the sun, then proceeded to put his arm up against mine and laugh about how I didn’t like the sun because it hurt me because I was so white compared to him. Then, since I’m obviously a rare specimen around these parts, he decided to have a little more fun with me by showing me a box of peppers and making me eat one while laughing about how hot they were. Well, I of course ate one, and actually, it really wasn’t that bad, but that still didn’t stop his wife, I’m assuming, from slapping him for picking on the white guy. Very soon after this, the owner decided to bring out a mango to show to me since I had apparently never seen one in my life according to him. He then sliced it for Jeff and me to try out, then pointed to a tree that I’m assuming he picked it from. But of course this wasn’t a gracious enough thing for him to do. So what did he do next? Why he brought out three more mangos and then put them in a bag for me to take home. I like this guy.

Moral of the story... white guys are apparently fairly rare around here and the store owner, with a little help from the vodka drink that he was working on, had a blast picking on the one that just so happened to stop by his store. I think I may have to make a couple trips back there sometime; it’s hard to find hospitality like this these days.

Oh, one last note. Jeff is a wuss for drinking Banks Light. Just ask the three older gentlemen that were joking on his beer selection.

-Michael