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Asshole Tourist in Oaxaca — Behold the Great White ‘Savior’
Grandmas are my kryptonite, so when I was walking into Centro one day from my apartment in Jalatlaco, Oaxaca, and I spotted a poor, leathery-skinned little old Abuela sitting on a rickety chair outside of a small bodega, holding a styrofoam cup in her withered brown hand, I didn’t hesitate to dig deep into my jeans’ pocket and drop some pesos in.
The look of utter disdain that she shot me stopped me in my tracks though, I wasn’t looking for some show of gratitude or outburst of thankfulness, but her reaction was decidedly off-kilter. I immediately glanced downwards and to my absolute horror, I noticed that her cup was actually full of coffee.
She’d just been sitting there in the sun enjoying a nice cuppa, watching the world pass by when some obnoxious whitey, with a decidedly unhealthy level of misplaced empathy and an overwhelming need to give and “help” ruined everything by polluting her drink with dirty coins.
I paused to consider my options.
For a hot second, it actually entered my mind to reach in and fish out the coins, which yeah, really wouldn’t have helped improve the situation, at all. So, instead, I just muttered “lo siento, lo siento” numerous times as I quickly walked away, utterly mortified.
Can anybody say, ”puto gilipolla turista?”
