Jose told me Miguel was pensive on his birthday Monday and didn't want to celebrate. I gave him some money when he finished up here to get a birthday cake for "happy hour." I arrived in a downpour with flowers and Jose was ready with cake and candles.
Trick candles, it turned out. And old Miguel, now 45 years old, huffed and puffed...
and he huffed and puffed some more, determined he could beat the candles...and while he worked, I worked on learning the traditional Mexican birthday song.
He even got a little break to cash someone out. But it took about 10 tries until...ta dah!
While Jose works for me, I teach him English, mostly in catch phrases he can quickly access for customers. For example, No rest for the weary" and yesterday he saw "road weary travelers" passing by, having just arrived on Isla Mujeres in the downpour. Another phrase, right up there with a day late and a dollar short.
Sorry Miguel. Happy 45th birthday. That is really not a weight on your shoulders as you described. It's a second childhood!