Argentine Ice Breaker
I talked to an Argentinean Gentleman the other day and he is a Gasoline Mechanic, it might have been my first encounter with an argent. Prior to that, the closest encounter I’ve had to the nation from South America is the stalest empanadas from a convenience store that is connected to a Days inn. We all know that the Nazis fled Germany towards the Americas, It’s open book knowledge at this point. I’ve always believed it but sometimes you got to see it to really believe it and now I really believe it. This Argentinean Gentleman looked like he was just a pair of black gloves away from being a German Sausage maker, had to look up what a German looked like to reassure myself that I wasn’t just dehydrated. He even had a Volkswagen and a Mercedes in his shop that he was working on. I’m not trying to pigeon hole this gentleman into being affiliated with the Third Reich, I hold no grudges unlike actual Nazis. Those fellas would add another nationality to the list by the morning if they stepped in bubble gum, that’s probably how Polynesians made the list. What makes this experience surreal is that this German looking mate was a fluent Spanish speaker. How do you explain that to an alien or a school counselor? It really gets you thinking, someone had to translate what the Meth fueled Chancellor had to say in Spanish and it must have been a field day attempting to forward those messages. This Mechanic was a nice person, unfortunately I’m a diesel man and he only knows gasoline. He wanted some trees trimmed and offered me drinks for just coming over to inspect them. I didn’t realize that Pepsi’s new logo looked like a Croatian DJ made them until he handed over four cans for the road; It would have been the cherry on the top if he just handed me Fanta instead.