So, for a span of spring into summer at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now, the one (Guatemalan) guy who we started the diablo joke with disappeared for a while, since he said that he was going to go work construction, since he had a job-lead there.
Then, one weekend lunch he shows up again, looking much thinner and very very tan, and that for someone who's highly indigenous.
"Que moreno" ("What a dark one"), I'm like, when I see him. "?Donde estabas?" ("Where were you?").
"Africa" ("Africa"), he was like, with a glint in his eye and smiling very devilishly.
We then started talking some about his construction job -- he often prefers to speak in (English) with me, I suspect for practice, so we do -- and he was telling me about how he works with the (Amish) in this town like forty-five minutes away and he has to get up early in the morning and drive there to meet them for work and then they drive even further away, but it's good money and a good job, and the (Amish) are such nice people.
And, he genuinely meant that, you could tell that he was impressed, and it was such a pure and still-sustained astonishment from something that he's been thinking for a while, that you could tell that he thought highly of their religion, and it was almost like where a convert would come from.
And, he repeated again, "They are nice people."
"Wow," I was like.
"Not like you," he was like.
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