The other night I went to the restroom to pee. It was sometime after six, I think, and I was winding down my work day. I rounded the corner, and came to the restroom door and saw that it was being cleaned by an older gentleman. I said that I could come back later, which basically meant that I would just hold it until I got home, but he was gracious and pleasant and told me to use the restroom, please.
Being as pleasant as he was I thought I’d strike up conversation. It may seem awkward, to some, that I started chatting it up with the dude while I was doing my business at the urinal, and normally that’s not my style, but it was a small bathroom and I felt like it would be more awkward if we just kind of stood there, together, listening to the sound of my pee and waiting for me to finish.
“How are you doing?” I asked.
He said he was happy, and he looked happy. He said that he was happy to be working. “It’s good to have work!”
“In Mexico,” he said, “we have a saying. No job, no mamacita,” which he explained. It meant that if you don’t have work you’re going to have a hard time finding romance/girlfriend. No work, no money. No money, no mamacita.