Her name is Leticia.
I was 19 when I first met her. She was 17. I met the tall skinny, half White, half Mexican girl when we were both cashiers at Wal Mart in Oceanside, California. I remember the first day I actually talked to her. I thought she was a bitch because she totally ignored me. The day was cloudy outside and it seemed to suit her mood because man was she bitchy. I was asked by one of the CSM’s to collect the go backs from each register and I came up to her register and waited until she was finished talking to her customer and then asked her if she had any go backs. She looked at me and didnt say anything and then she walked away. She walked away from her register without even a good bye. She walked straight to the red line to wait for another customer, leaving me to pick up her go backs without comment. And being the hot headed Polynesian sister that I am, I got mad. I even remember what I said while I gathered up her go backs.
I said, “Stupid bitch!”
It was after our first actual conversation that I knew we were going to be forever friends. I asked her if she had a crush on one of our fellow cashiers, named Anthony. He was a Marine and a couple of years older than I was and he was a hottie for sure. It was a talk about how cute we thought Anthony was that sealed her fate.
She was going to be good and stuck with me for the next three years.
And she was.
We were both transferred to the Layaway department where our friendship blossomed. We were inseperable and then we got very close to the one guy that brought us together. Anthony. He was transferred to Layaway and he became our lover boy. Not in the literal sense or anything, because he was married with a little girl, but it didn’t stop me and Leti from drooling and talking about how hot we thought Anthony was. When he was transferred he confessed that he was glad he was transferred back with us because he knew we were both fun girls. So, we became the three amigo’s until one of the slutty CSM’s started coming around the back a lot…because of Anthony.
Yeah, we all thought Anthony was having a flaming affair with the slutty CSM, but after finally getting enough courage to ask him, he denied it. He even promised me that he would never do that, so I was happy.
Anyway, enough about Anthony, I’ll save that for another post. This post is about Leticia. She was such a good friend to me, she always had my back, no matter what kind of crap I got us into and I got us into a bunch of weird crap. She was one of the very few people that actually stuck with me. There isn’t a good memory that I have from my time in San Diego that doesn’t have Leti in it.
We helped each other grow up.
Actually, she helped ME grow up and I helped her loosen up.
I mean, we were still the goofy young ladies that all the old people loved at Wal Mart, but after my time with Leti in San Diego, she taught me a whole lot about life and the real world. Being the cultured and sheltered young Mormon girl from L.A. in San Diego, I was really naive about a lot of things…but Leti wasn’t. She was 2 years younger than me, but she might have been 4 years older than me for all she knew. You see, she grew up a lot different from the way I was brought up. I was brought up in cute dresses for Church and big families. She was brought up with a Single Mom who was taking care of her sister’s 2 children while her sister served time in jail for whatever felon she committed when she got out from the last time she was in jail. Leti dropped out of high school because she had to watch her niece and her nephew and then she had to get a job so that she can help her Mom with bills around the house.
She was actually the first person to show me a different way of life I was blind too. She was NOT spoiled, she worked hard for the clothes on her back, the shoes on her feet and the food in her belly. She started working as soon as she was able to and buying and making her way in life at such an early age.
When I was17, I was living the life, living off my parents, wearing the clothes they bought me, eating the food they bought me and just living a great and spoiled life. I had no worries about where I was going to find money for the movies that weekend, I didn’t have to worry about who was going to pay my pager bill because I could always sucker my parents or one of my siblings to pay my bills, it rocked being the youngest sister.
But Leti didn’t have that luxury, she was forced to grow up way too soon and yet she wasn’t bitter about it. She knew that she had to do what she had to do and it was what it was. I admire all of the things she’s been able to accomplish in her life. And I love her for the friendship she’s shown me while I lived in San Diego.
She helped me through my break up with the evil Assistant Manager, Mike and I helped her cope with the betrayal of her boy toy, Franklin.
We’ve both come such a long way and talking to her last night made me realize just how much I miss her. I haven’t seen her in the last 3 years but we talk every once in awhile. She called me last night and we talked long into the night, reminiscing about this event and that event. I swear I had forgotten a lot of what we’d been through together, but talking to her last night brought it all back and I just HAD to blog about it and her.
I’ll probably share stories of me and Leti’s escapades sooner or later, but I just wanted to blog about her since I miss her.
Do you guys have a forever friend? If so, who and how did you meet them? Got any interesting stories to share with the class?