Anglo Wife Officially Hispanic
Bank of America has decided that my wife is one of us. Although her red hair and green eyes all but yell, "I'm an Anglo-saxon with no apparent ties to the Caribbean!" she received a credit card offer written entirely in Spanish. The only thing she can read in the offer is "No postage necessary if mailed in the United States". Being the only full-blooded Hispanic in the household not counting my chihuahua, I have yet to receive anything in Spanish from the bank. Nada.
Bank of America jumped the gun in this marketing effort. In the hopes of saying, "We know you and we know what products you need from our bank," they've demonstrated the opposite. They would have gotten closer to the truth had they sent the offer in German.
I shouldn't be the one to have to break it to her that, in the eyes of some companies, she's one of us. She's perfectly happy with her born-into ethnicity, and so am I. If she starts talking fast and hyphenating all her past family names, Bank of America will be getting an irate phone call from un hombre bravo.
Que tenga un buen día.
