Maybe it’s a sign that I’m eating too much Mexican candy, but when I go into the Latino Market, the guy who runs the register laughs and reaches for the Bubu Lubus on the counter in the same way a bartender starts to pour a regular’s drink as soon as he walks in the door.
There is just one thing I can’t figure out. There are two cashiers who are there on different days. Both are muy amables – one is a man, the other is a woman – but somehow it seems the price comes out different depending on who checks me out. Either the hombre is giving me a “cute gringa discount” or the mujer is charging me a “stupid gringa tax”.
I’ve never asked either of them. I figure it all balances out.