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The Papi Story (c. 2005, Miami International Airport)
- Had a funny conversation with my sister tonight about how I got my nickname, Papi .... It all stems from one of those odd moments at an airport.
- Setting: I'm running from terminal to terminal in the Miami Airport, trying to get to my flight to Belize. I'm really hungry, but needing to get to the jetway to board the flight. It's 2005, and I'm on my KAOS trip (a pre-Kellogg bonding vacation), getting to know people who would become some of my best friends.
- Me: Yeah, can I get a strawberry and banana smoothie.
- Nice Older Cuban Lady: jYes. One moment. (3 minutes go by)
- Nice Older Cuban Lady: Here jyou go, papi. (Handing me the smoothie)
- Me: Thanks. (WTF does papi mean?)
- Not being exposed to many Hispanic people in my northeast upbringing, I told my friends about the above conversation, wondering, really, why did she call me papi? Trust me, that's confusing.
- Later that night, the 22 were getting to know each other better, and we played what I can best describe as one of those memory icebreakers involving nicknames and hometowns.
- As it got to my turn, I explained where I'm from, then told about my confusing conversation from Miami.
- Me: I don't really have any nicknames right now, but the smoothie lady at the Miami Airport called me papi, and I kinda liked it. (joking)
- Tim Hill: Sorry, Papi, that's going to stick.
- And so it did. Sorry to disappoint my Hispanic Twitter followers, but that's the story.