I hear this a lot. It's not offensive but it gets annoying. Let's look at the definitions:
Hola - hello, hi
güera - 1) blond, fair-haired; yellow; 2) blond or fair-haired man or woman
Why am I bringing this up? Because someone down the street yelled this at Ibis when he was driving home from work. Apparently they recognized the car and since he's not usually around in the middle of the afternoon, they assumed it was me.
I tell him whenever the neighbors yell things at me, but he doesn't seem to care when "hola, güera" is what they say. But NOW he cares. I believe "that's so annoying!" were his words. It won't change things but it makes me feel a little better that he understands.
This morning we returned from our run to find a huge military truck parked in our lot. We had to park on the street and as we approached we saw several men in camouflage and at least a couple weapons (or maybe that was my imagination). Everything in the loaded truck was wrapped with cardboard, and at least six military men were running these packages up the stairs of the building opposite ours.
"Looks like someone's moving in."
I joked with Ibis that he should join the military so the next time we move, we can have our minions do all the heavy lifting.
After Ibis left for work, the truck drove away, empty. Within ten minutes another truck arrived, just as full as the first, and more men ran the things upstairs. The condos aren't very big so I'm a little curious how they're fitting everything inside, but more importantly, my overly active imagination has come up with all kinds of things that could happen once the new neighbors move in.
Because paranoia is more fun when it's shared, here's a couple of the scenarios I've come up with:
(Oh, before I continue I should point out that we have drug dealers living on the first floor of our building. I mention them here and there and lest anyone think I'm kidding, they really are dealers. They don't look scary or anything and we sometimes say hello when we see them, but still, drug dealers. Ok, carry on.)
1) At some point in the near future there will be a shoot out between the newly arrived military neighbors and the dealers. When I shared this idea with Ibis, I said it's a good thing our building is concrete.
His response: "Bazookas can shoot through concrete."
Mine: "Then it's a good thing we live on the fourth floor."
Which leads to scenario number...
2) The dealers will put out a hit on the new neighbors in the top floor condo facing downtown, but will neglect to mention which building. Yes, that would be us.
3) The newly arrived military people will scare away the drug dealers and there will be peace on earth.
I know which one I should focus on, but really, I'm a writer with a crazy imagination. What else am I supposed to think?