Once at this place I was working in the late eighties was having lunch and suddenly he asked me. “So what are you a Puerto Rican or something?” I said, “no, I was born in Argentina.” He replied, “it doesn’t matter, a sp*c is a sp*c.” Was he trying to be edgy? In any case I just walked away. Weirdly enough most people think I look German. My brother in the 90s was called a “greasy Mexican” by a co-worker. He went to human resources. Ain’t it grand?