I received an email a few days ago from a dear friend. This particular friend is not one who usually forwards email. When he does, it's always special. The email consisted of a series of photographs with inspirational text set within the photograph. I enjoyed them so much that I've decided to share one a day with you until I've shared them all.
I thought it was only fitting that if I'm going to show you the images, that I introduce you to my friend who I will call Da Man. Because he is. Da Man is a computer genius. I know this because I used to work for him and have witnessed the miracles that he's performed. We parted ways professionally years ago but we are forever friends. I have a favorite little story about Da Man and it goes something like this:
Da Man has a computer consulting business. His company offers I.T. consulting, hardware and software support and installation. Da Man is very good looking. He looks like your typical all-American guy. Only better. He has light (blue, I think) eyes and dark hair. His last name is a common Jewish name although he is not Jewish. We live in South Florida. There is a very large Jewish population here. And there is a large Cuban community also.
Years ago, he was doing some work in an office in Miami. He had to crawl under the desk to get to the computer. The women in the office gathered around the desk to make themselves available in case he needed a date they might be of assistance to him. They began to discuss in detail what a great ass he had. The entire conversation was in Spanish. They chatted on and on without hesitation secure in the belief that this All-American guy had no clue what they were saying.
Da Man is a Cuban-American. He doesn't look Hispanic. He is fluent in Spanish and I'm not sure but would take a guess that it was his first language. You cannot detect even a hint of a Spanish accent when he speaks English.
Da Man is a gentleman though. He completed his work and never let on that he understood their entire conversation. I wasn't there but I'm pretty sure he had a smile on his face while he worked.
I think it was a few days later that Da Man's office manager was speaking on the phone with one of the women in the office where they had sooooo admired his backside. In the course of the conversation it was revealed that Da Man speaks Spanish. The phone was dropped. Loud screaming and shrieking was heard in the background.
More words of wisdom from the Smart Mouth Broad: Never assume anything.
