I’d say, “Hello,” and he’d begin his monologue: “I piss on you. You’re shit. You think you’re so wonderful, so important, such problems! Carajo! What makes you special? “And such a Jew! What do think we are: a Mex and a Jew? You were raised with a silver spoon up your culo! You’ve never worked a day in your life. Tell me, do Jews come to this restaurant?”
