Well I did it again, I let another 2 months go by before I 'blog' away. Yesterday was St. Patty's day, and as tired as I was after school, I felt it was my duty to go out for a beer and represent the Irish in me. Nat was in Dubai for work so we decided to go to Irish village. When we got there I had another one of those moments "Am I really in Dubai?" I thought I was somewhere in Noe Valley celebrating with the Irish crowds in SF. The place was packed with people from Ireland, South Africa, Australia, England and even Brazil. There was Irish dancing, two 'lad's' rocking and lots and lots of guinness stands. Though I was proud to be celebrating this day con la Nato, as I was waiting for our second round, again it hit me that I was really in Dubai. A man in his mid 40s was leaving the guinness stand, balancing 2 pints on each hand, cuando de repente an Indian worker walked right by him to pick up trash. Remember the place is packed, so the Indian worker is doing his best to get by without bumbing into anyone. Aparantly his best wasn't enough for this jerk. I guess some spillage happened..and the dufus reacted by kicking the Indian worker on the leg. Instantly my blood boiled and as much as I wanted to yell at this piojo tuerto, no words came out of my mouth. I kept my eyes on the worker to see his reaction. All he did was give a nervous smile and kept walking to finish his job. I must admit I got teary eyed right away...my eyes kept following the worker, and as he got far out and turned around, the back of his shirt said "MAKE A DIFFERENCE." Me quede seca...sin palabras.
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