‘Can we guess which type of dog you are based on the way you eat your food?’” “Which one did you get?” I step a little closer to him. “It’s not right.” “Which dog did you get?” “Don’t laugh.” “Tell me.” “Chihuahua.” He sulks, and it’s adorable. “But I think it’s bullshit and they stereotyped me because I’m Mexican. I should definitely sue for emotional distress.”
