Day Eight
Today, July 4th, is Independence Day in the USA. The day the country became free from Britain and its influence. Fireworks, "mass festivities," and lots of drinking are expected. I have work from 4 to 11, so this holiday will pass me by. Since I go to bed around 3 a.m. every day and wake up at 10, I'm not getting enough sleep, which results in me missing my subway stop and, consequently, being late for work. On the way back, there were two Southern women in the subway car; one of them came up to me and asked, "Do you have change for $10?" This is one of those questions like "Haven't we met somewhere?", so I replied no and gave a sweet smile.
Russian speakers often come to us; it's so nice to hear my native language, my native swearing))). Today, towards the end of the workday, a young couple with a child came in (he's one of ours, she's Southern, the boy is also Black). The kid was shouting "give, give" in Russian so loudly when I brought the meat that I was a bit taken aback and almost dropped the meat on him. By the way, our people always leave decent tips; I'll mention that later.
We have a new girl, Leticia. A pleasant blonde, but she speaks very little and poor English. It turned out she is the manager's daughter. As soon as Helber saw me talking to her, he ran up to me and told her: "You like him," "She's an interesting girl." Then Helber started justifying his orientation. Although I didn't understand what he was saying to her in Portuguese, I guessed because he kept glancing at my crotch area and talking to her very emotionally.
I had to show a photo of my girlfriend to the whole restaurant. Everyone was absolutely delighted: "Is she a model?" (Kinshasa), "she is awesome!" (Helber), "Mmm, what a wonderful and cute couple, you suit each other so well" (Natalia). But our lesbian colleague Lisa topped everyone: "Did you download that from the internet?" But I expected this question and then showed a photo of me next to her. She was just stunned and asked, "Aren't you afraid that she's there and you're here?"
Today my knowledge of Russian national dances came in handy. I danced a squat dance and elements of the sailor dance "Yablochko" in front of Lisa. As they say, I "lit it up"! Now she's asking me to teach her those moves; she liked them so much))). The evening threw another unexpected question at me. A girl living in the same apartment as Sasha asked, "What are your plans for October?" "What do you mean, plans?" "Are you not planning to stay here?" "Are you crazy! I have my studies there, my family, people dear to me, what would I do here as an illegal immigrant?" "It was the same for me, but I'm living here." No, thanks. Staying for a bit, earning some money, and seeing the USA is fine, but not living here! Especially as an illegal immigrant. I still have a head on my shoulders, I hope, so I won't throw everything away for the sake of who knows what.
