Have you ever had one of those moments where you thought, “Doesn’t this kind of stuff only happen in the movies?,” or, “Did that really just happen, or am I hallucinating?”.
I often feel as though my life as a nanny could be its own soap-opera, but I’ve never had one of those aformentioned surreal moments. Until now, that is.
So I’m minding my own business, reading a book on the incredibly comfortable couch in the family room, when Marcos (the Brazilian housekeeper) finishes up his duties and heads out the back door. We always chat a little, and I always try and throw in the one word I know in Portugese, and everything is all good. This week’s encounter proved to be a little more interesting, and dare I say, slightly scandalous.
**Note: My employer continually tries to speak to Marcos the Brazilian in Spanish rather than Portugese. I’ve even tried to bring up the fact that he speaks Portugese because he’s from Brazil to no avail. Rich people make me laugh.
As Marcos walks out the door he says something like, “If you know anyone or have any friends in Texas who want to move to New York and get married …” Obviously this caught my attention. I must have given him a quizzical look of some sort because he went on to say, “You know, I talked to my lawyers and they said that getting married is the fastest way to get my papers …” (And yes, I mean to use the ellipses). I’m pretty sure my jaw dropped, at least in my mind.
He went on to reiterate the first comment, this time specifying that of course the girl had to be nice and it was only for “just friends.” Did I mention that I’m almost positive Marcos is gay? I told him that if I heard anything I would let him know, and we both continued on with our day as usual.
Who knew this stuff really happened? For a fleeting moment my life looked like a scene out of the movie “Greencard,” or a bad soap-opera (overworked nanny and gay housekeeper conspire how to get citizenship!). There’s no telling what next week will bring.