Conversations with the Lavanderia Lady

I’m at the laundromat and it’s just me and the Lavanderia lady 730am.

Lavanderia lady (LL): Hi!
Me: Buenos Dias!
LL: Usted es de Mexico?
Me: No. De El Salvador. Bueno…mi mama y papa son de El Salvador.
LL: Oh! Es que como se miraba Americano no sabia si hablaba español. Cuando miro que son gabachos, no me les acerco.
Me: Ah! No les tenga miedo.
LL: *walks away*

This laundromat is less than a mile away from the USC campus. She must avoid A LOT of people during the day.

Also, so I look gabacho? No la riegue, Señora!

A picture of me now holding a picture of me when I was a tiny flannel wearing tyke. 
Yeah, that’s ropa sucia in the background. Y que?

A picture of me now holding a picture of me when I was a tiny flannel wearing tyke.

Yeah, that’s ropa sucia in the background. Y que?