My son Big J and I just returned from a fabulous week in Mexico at an all-inclusive. The place had several restaurants, which we visited. After we had been there for three days Big J tells me:
My son: "Mom these people really work hard here. Why do they make them work in all the restaurants?"
Me: "What do you mean?"
My son: "Well it doesn't matter which restaurant we go into, Jose is always there. I've been reading the name tags."
After I stopped laughing I explained to him that in Mexico "Jose" is the equivalent of our "John". He had a good chuckle and then was relieved that "Jose" wasn't being overworked.
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