Had a late breakfast at El Prez yesterday morning with my favorita who was dressed like a bank cashier.
We were alone in the section along Calle 7 when two gringas carrying bags of obviously cheap souvenirs sat down nearby. Definitely not eco-tourists and most likely not hotel guests.
They sat down and the fattest of the two was wearing a pair of stretch pants that looked like they had been purchased from "Elephants Are Us,"
and enough makeup that it must have been applied with a trowel.
Almost immediately the fat one snickered and pointed us out to her friend. Both turned and laughed and continued to stare.
Finally enough was enough and I rose to approach their table and asked, "Are you somehow amused at my granddaughter" (my favorita could certainly look the part). The fattest of the two pointedly suggested that she wasn't my granddaughter and they found it disgusting to see a senior citizens with a young girl.
I lost it. I leaned over a little closer and told her that whoever I was with was none of her phucking business. She said my favorita was probably a prostitute. I told her even if that were the case, it was none of her damn business, and that the two of them were a disgrace and prefect examples of the cliche "Ugly American" tourists. I suggested they visit the elephant section of the Simon Bolivan Zoo where they would could be among their own kind. I added that they could be absolutely certain no one would ever mistake them for prositutes, not even the $2.00 ones.
Returned to my table and they never looked in our direction again. I could see the manager trying to surpress a laugh and noticed as they left they splurged and left a 50 colone tip
I pity the pour SOB who might have to sit between them on a return flight to the US, and even more the pitiful gringos they are married to.