Angel Benito Hernandez, known as simply Benito, sat back in a worn black chair outside Orlando Latin Market, a place he has frequented since 2004. Nearby were three other men seated at a small, square-shaped table, all engaged in spirited conversation. Their arms took turns stretching out to magnify a point, fingers pointed here and there to drive their message further.
“Here I am with my friends,” the 78-year-old said, pointing to his left in their direction. “I have fun here, jugando — playing, laughing.”
They all poke fun of one other, Benito said. The teasing never turns ugly, though.
“We all understand one another,” he said with a smile.
Some days, Benito is here as long as a regular 9 to 5 job.
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