Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Churros for Peace

Zack and a neighbor are playing Mariokart. Zoe is reading. I order delivery Cuban Food and thank God for the USA.

The doorbell rings. I pay.

"Cuban food is here!" I announce.

Zack turns to his friend and says, "We are Cuban. That makes us Hispanic....I hope you don't want to kill us now that you know that.... I read about a lot of murdered Hispanics.."

His friend keeps racing MarioKart and says something like "uhhh ok"

I slip the guy a still-hot churro (the one that would have been mine...) just for insurance, anyway.

So far, peace reigns.