This post may make me sound like a jerk, or just really naive and dumb...forgive me.
I live in a town that has a lot of Hispanic influence and a lot of Hispanic people. I actually love it. And I REALLY love the food that comes along with living here. But me, the "old white lady" can sometimes have embarrassing experiences from having not grown-up with such diversity.
I sell lots of stuff on craigslist. If it has been around too long and I haven't used it, I sell it on craigslist. If it makes my garage look too cluttery, I sell it on craigslist. If I don't like it anymore, I sell it on craigslist. My kids often say, "Please, don't sell it!" in regards to many of their favorite things. Don't worry, I don't sell (much) of their stuff.
Anyways, I'm also very careful about who I deal with during craigslist transactions. I don't usually let male buyers come to pick-up or purchase things at our house unless Gavin is home. I'm a little more lenient when dealing with ladies though, and often meet-up with them while Gavin is at work.
So, a couple of days ago I received an email and made arrangements for someone to come and pick-up a patio set that we no longer needed. Of course, "old white lady" (ME) assumed that I was dealing with a lady and when a man showed-up I dumbly said, "Oh, you must be Jamie's husband!" and he replied, "No, I'm Jaime." (pronounced "Hi-may" for all of the rest of you dumb people like me). Whoops. I forgot where I lived for a moment. Thankfully, Jaime was super nice and loved the patio set that he was picking up for him and his wife's new house.
When Jude was still in public school, he had a classmate named Jesus (pronounced "Hay-soos" for all of you dumb people like me). I volunteered in Jude's class a lot and became familiar with Jesus and all of his cuteness. One day, I was reading my Bible and automatically read "Hay-soos" when I saw the name "Jesus". I had a good giggle and confidently felt like a true resident of Salinas after that.