This is a story I've blogged about before, but I would be doing Puerto Ricans everywhere a grave injustice if I didn't include it here. Back in the day when I was dating the girl who escorted Sybil to T.J. Maxx she used to occasionally sleep over. She lived about an hour away and since we were so in love she wanted to stay at my house despite the fact that I lived with Sybil and Lewis. In fact my brother once walked in on her topless and yet she still stayed. That's foolish college love for you. Anyway, when the girl in question would sleep over she would sleep in my bed. We were in college, super mature, and my bed was a full, so it just made sense. This happened many times and Sybil never asked where the girl was sleeping. She knew she was in my room, but never put much thought into what we were doing in there. That was until one morning she walked into my room and saw me and my girlfriend both asleep in the bed. She immediately turned around and went downstairs to our living room and screamed for me to come down as she needed to talk to me.
I went downstairs and Sybil screamed at the top of her lungs that she didn't approve of me sleeping in the same bed as my girlfriend and that we weren't Puerto Rican. I'm not sure what the correlation between sleeping in bed with your girlfriend and being Puerto Rican is, but Sybil has been alive for a lot longer than me so I would assume she knows.
It was awesome when I went back upstairs and my girlfriend said to me, "Did your mom just call me Puerto Rican? I'm a Jew from the North Shore."
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