Memories of Mexico Hace Cinco [years]

I was locked out of the apartment, midday in Guadalajara. My roommate, who had run off al mercado had the only key. I sunk to the sidewalk to sit in the heat, and wait.

Then pulled up a Mexicano in a ritsy, red sports car. The car had passed a few minutes earlier, and, apparently returned to pay a visit.

"Quieres cafe' conmigo?"

"No lo quiero."

I came up with some excuse about having to pack for a trip the following day. I delivered it to him in battered Spanglish. Disappointed, he drove away.

...

"Hay un hombre. El queria comprarme cafe," I told the woman we lived with, after she found me on the sidewalk...waiting.

"Y le dijiste, 'Yo Soy Mormon. No puedo!?'"

She laughed and laughed.