"Look at me closely, amigo," said my dad. "Here is a hundred-dollar bill just to start with. Thirty dollars of this is for you to put in your own poc… - Victor Villaseñor
"Look at me closely, amigo," said my dad. "Here is a hundred-dollar bill just to start with. Thirty dollars of this is for you to put in your own pocket right now. Capiche?" The bartender's whole attitude changed. Suddenly he wasn't tired anymore. "Yes, mi general, entiendo!" he said. "Good, and give another twenty to the chef in back and ten to the dishwasher. That leaves forty for my son and me to drink and eat a little something." "But of course!" said the barkeeper. "The whole place is open for you! Which tequila would you like?" he added anxiously. "Herradura, and a couple of Modelo cervezas." "I like Dos Equis," I said. "The dark one." "Okay," said my dad, "one Modelo and one dark Dos Equis." The bartender was flying, moving, truly enjoying the whole show. My dad winked at me. "Like I always say, to tip after the meal is stupid. Tip first and big, and the whole world changes."
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Victor Villaseñor (born May 11, 1940) is a Mexican-American writer, best known for the New York Times Best Seller list novel Rain of Gold.
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A few months back Major Terry and his pet student, Drosen, had brought in a guy from San Diego to play chess with me. I’d had no idea that he was rated and was really good, so I’d beaten his ass real fast. He’d gotten all mad at Major Terry and Drosen for not telling him that I was as good as I was. He’d accused them of setting him up to publicly embarrass him. I’d had no idea what the big fuss was all about. I hadn’t even realized that there was such a thing as tournaments and championships for chess just like we had in wrestling. I’d quit playing chess at school after that incident. Now I only played at home with my dad’s older friends, Roberto and Salvador Montoya, who’d both been very good chess players in Mexico City. I beat Roberto almost all the time, but his older brother Salvador beat me pretty regularly. And I’d recently been told that Salvador had been so good that he’d once gone to Cuba to play and that he’d come in third among some of the best international players in the world.
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