Posted by paulrivas on:
His name is Romualdo. He goes to the flower market in LA at 3 a.m. to get the same hard-to-find Ecuadorian stuff you see at $150,000 Santa Barbara weddings. Then he rides up to SB with other international salesmen and sells $5 and $10 bouquets from 10am until 3-4pm. He has 20-30 bouquets in buckets, a total inventory of $250. He works in town often but doesn’t know what Goleta is. He lives in L.A., and can name every Chinese, Korean and Spanish channel by number.
It was September 11, 2010, and I advised the roadside Mexican that if he were prepared for any military transiting Modoc, he might make a few patriotism dollars. While we talked about how California used to be Mexico, he sold to two cars.
If only I’d had my Servicios Culturales Rivas cards on me that day, I might have a little bisnes by now offering legitimizing consultations to ambulant vendors. ‘Cops will assume you're illegal and people will assume you don't speak English,’ I’d explain, as passing cars saw friendly flower man chatting with smiling bike rider.
A friend of mine bought Mother’s Day flowers from a border brother at an offramp and was so pleased with the transaction that he considered investing.
How long has this been going on? Have you seen the mango cart ladies at Alameda Park?
The Mexification of Santa Barbara that brought us Lilly’s Tacos also brought a class of merchants who can’t afford Lilly’s Tacos.