Half Breed Indeed

On my way home last night, I decided to walk instead of taking the shuttle, because I ran in to an ex-coworker, of whom I am not that fond of.

I figured, I could get cash and run a few errands on the way.

Well, while waiting for the stoplight, a dude approaches me. Young, latino, kind of thuggish.

Normally I would just ignore people, but he could totally kick my arse, so I stop to listen.

'You a native?', he asks.

Er?

Now I'm thinking, is he seriously asking me what I think he's asking?

'You mean from Colorado?', I reply.

At that moment I felt like Cher in Clueless.

'No, I mean Native American', he replies.

'Ah, yep.'

'What tribe?'

'Navajo'.

'There's Navajo here in Colorado?'.

'Yep, mostly down by the Durango-Trinidad area'.

He ends up walking with me, telling me how he's travelling, lost his wallet, blah, blah, blah. I was just waiting for him to ask me for money.

Instead, he asks if there were any pawn shops around. He wanted to pawn his watch for cash, but since he doesn't have ID, they won't take it at the place he previously went.

I told him about the one on Broadway, but that I didn't know if they would pawn it either without ID.

And that was that. He said thanks, and went on his way.


It reminds me of how when I'm in Texas, because of my name and the way I look, people ask me if I'm Italian.

What I thought was odd, was that he could tell I had some 'Native' in me. I personally, think I am too much of a Euro-American mutt, to have any distinguishable ethnic features. I was raised hispanic, but at family functions and stuff, I was nicknamed 'whetto'.

But then again, I did get the square head, the acne, and the sparse facial hair. Thanks genetics!