Standing in a conference room atop a bank building in Miami last week, I had been looking out at the spectacular vista. From the city’s mammoth airport to the west, my gaze spanned eastward, marveling at the jewel-islands linked by the necklace of causeways that connects all to the island of Miami Beach, itself ensconced by the emerald beauty of the Atlantic. I forced myself to return my head to business and stepped into the hallway to snatch a cup of coffee. Upon my return, a man who had spoken earlier to the meeting I was attending introduced himself.
The usual banter ensued, and soon enough the inevitable question that has plagued humanity since it invented small talk came my way from the Anglo marketing consultant: What do you do for a living?
I write a blog on HispanicLatinos at HispanicLatino.com.
Oh. He paused. You are combining the terms. He paused again, then: Thank you! Before I could smile in return, he continued in spurts of sentences. We never know what to say…at my company…which term to use…we go back and forth…in reports and stuff…we do not want to offend anybody….
My response was a bit more organized: