I was walking back from brunch, thinking about what else I needed to do before heading downtown. Not paying heed to anyone I passed on my busy street. It was a lazy weekend morning.

As I passed a Mexican boy of 10 years old, he looked straight at me. He cupped his chest and jiggled the imaginary sandbags as if they were bouncy. Then he declared loudly, “Hola, chica!”

At first, I was nonplussed. I was silent and did not react. But moments later after he had passed me…I started cracking up and couldn’t stop laughing.