My Spanish is not super good, but I can understand quite a bit.
At the place where I get my salad once per week for lunch there are three men preparing the, uhm, salads.
They communicate amongst themselves in Spanish.
Until today it was mostly something like ‘where’s the knife’, ‘we need more romaine’ or ‘give me honey-mustard’. During a longer wait for new price tags a group of three women arrived, lively chatting and queueing up. One of the women got all attention by two of the men. They assumed agitatedly amazed -in Spanish-, that she’s working on TV or in a movie. All this based on her hair color.
Una rubia, a blonde.
My expert Midtown eye knows: she’s ‘just’ an office woman. Today I learned: a blonde office woman.