It's so sad. I lived in Honduras for over 14 years. There is so much potential. The Honduran people want something better, but corruption and injustice kills their hope.
This was the one story that illustrates Hondurans much to well--a unhealthy facination with brands and looks and apperances. Liike I said--its sad.
Keep the stories coming Robert.
We arrived at the entrance, ready as ever to eat. But, again, there was a problem. We were underdressed. T-shirt, shorts, and sneakers didn’t impress the bouncer and he was refusing to let us in. This was apparently one of the more exclusive, ritzier night clubs in Honduras; a place for young millionaires and the children of the country’s wealthy elite to blow their allowances. There was no way we’d get in.
But Phillip has a big mouth and wouldn’t have that.
“Do you see this shirt? Do you see this shirt?” He pulled the front side of his collar toward the bouncer’s face. We were going to get our asses kicked. Applebee’s was looking really good now. “This shirt is Emporio Armani!”
Are you serious? Did he just say that he’s wearing a $400 t-shirt?
“Buena, pasan.” He frisked us and let us inside. I still can’t believe that it worked. He must not have known better.