Could I speak to Juan….err, Jose?
I think I pulled the ultimate white-guy move last week.
I walked into the local Verizon store with my fiance’ to upgrade her phone. Just a week earlier I had signed up for new service, and bought an awesome new LG VX9800 (‘The V’) phone from a good salesman who made a point to give me his card, and sent me a thank you letter.
We went in to finalize the purchase by picking out a phone for my fiance’. She wasn’t there when I signed up, so we went in to swap out the “free phone” for something she actually wanted (Samsung SCH-a950).
So, naturally I asked for Juan…
The man and woman behind the counter looked at each other with confused looks on their faces. Then the (Hispanic) guy said, “do you mean Jose?”
I sheepishly responded, “uh, yeah…Jose.”
How embarrassing. I’ve always considered myself “down”. I live on the east side, in a primarily Hispanic neighborhood. I don’t like living in the white bread suburbs. Here I am committing one of the ultimate white guy moves.
Thankfully, to the chagrin of one of his co-workers, Jose was so busy that he turned me over to another guy.
When I was told that Jose was busy, a mature white woman snapped, “of course Jose’s busy! If I spoke spanish I’d be busy too!”
Thank God I really don’t care what people think, otherwise I would’ve been mortified.