A street merchant actually yelled that out to me.
Instinctively, I laughed.
Something NOT lost in translation down in Mexico – Racism
Other things said to me as I walked down 5th Street in Playa del Carmen:
“Are you Japanese??” I say no. “Are you . . . Filipino??” Seriously? He went from Japanese to Filipino? Is it possible to go to such complete different ends of the spectrum? Filipinos don’t even like being lumped in with Asians anymore. They’re Pacific Islander. It’s like asking a dog if they’re a lion or a Dodge Stratus.
“KONNICHIWAAAA!!!”
“Hey chino, want some weeeeeed?” I say no, I don’t smoke. “Eets not too late to staaarrrt, amigo!” Persuasive argument. Be that as it may, I still say no, gracias.