Something always happens when you’re sitting at Cafe Haiti next to the Ovalo de Miraflores. I’ve said it before and I’m going to keep saying it, that’s the best place for People watching in the whole world.
Anyway, the other day we had just sat down when these two prostitutes walked by. For those of you who don’t know, there are always prostitutes walking by even though the Ovalo de Miraflores is one of the best districts in Lima. Not EVERYBODY is a prostitute obviously, but there’s plenty of that sex trade stuff going on in Lima (just like everywhere else in the world frankly, let’s face it, sex is pretty much the number one world industry and anybody who can’t admit that is deluding themselves).
So these two prostitutes walked by this one table which was filled with four or five dipshit guys who were about…oh…late 50s early 60s who knows? I suppose if any one of them had been by themselves they would have been OK guys, but since they were all together they thought it was funny to start “performing” and they started saying some nasty shit to these obvious prostitutes.
So the prostitutes walked off and this group of old farts sat there chuckling to themselves and sucking on their cigars and sipping at their drinks (feeling pretty good about themselves), and about ten minutes later, the prostitutes came walking back up the street (you know they’re prostitutes when they just keep walking back and forth and back and forth down the same avenue).
This time, just as they were walking by this table of rude old bastards, one of them casually flipped her water bottle which sent a splash of water onto the most egregious of the four.
Now, this is where it got interesting.
The girls didn’t walk any faster. They just continued strolling at their leisurely pace. They didn’t even celebrate all that much except to smile quietly to themselves.
Meanwhile, the soaked asshole just sat there staring as his friends kind of laughed at him. That was normal enough, but the thing that made the image of this evening just burn into my memory was his facial expression.
You should have seen him. He had this look of just…not anger…but indignation…and you could tell that he was furious not because he was wet, but because somebody who he thought was below his station in the world would DARE show him any kind of disrespect.
You know, in the time I’ve been in Lima, I’ve met a lot of assholes like this. People who just think they’re superior to the whole world and that they have some sort of free license to do whatever the hell they want. The fact that they ACTUALLY BELIVE they are somehow DESERVING of special treatment is what blows my mind. These are the type of people that if you were to divide up a cake between them and you, they would think they were being robbed unless they were given 90%, and on top of that you should be THANKING them for the 10% you got.
Now, I generally view prostitutes as nasty bottom dwellers as well (this ridiculous notion of the hooker with the heart of gold that gets played about in the US is complete bunk), but in this case I was on the side of those two girls. I’m glad they splashed water on that guy, only I wish they’d used battery acid instead.
Something to let him know that there is nothing special about him. Nobody’s above common courtesy. And nobody’s above getting their face smashed in when they deserve it.