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April and I don’t look Spanish. No olive complexion. No brown hair. No brown eyes. No mullet.

Yesterday we went to the supermarket to get some food to stock our mini fridge at the hotel. As we were waiting at the meat counter to buy some cheese, an older lady walked up and asked the woman behind the counter if she needed a ticket to mark her place in line since April and I were standing at the counter, but we didn’t have a ticket. I took a look around, and sure enough, there at the end of the counter was a ticket machine with a red ticket waiting for us. I’d never seen a meat counter with a ticket machine before.

The woman behind the counter said, “The immigrants don’t have a ticket, but I’ll help them first.” She pointed at the two of us.

April looked at me and said, “Did she just call us immigrants?”