It’s Cerrillos, not Cer-ILL-os. Pojoaque, not Po-JA-q. Tortillas, not Tor-till-as. It’s basic Spanish, not rocket science.
The turn indicator is a foreign concept for New Mexicans, so if we see you using it, we’ve got you pegged as a straight-edged, road-safety-conscious nerd.
Seriously? Just, seriously? There is actual, genuine, delicious New Mexican food all around you, why would you go for the knock-off generic brand? (Side note: the only time Taco Bell is acceptable is when you’re drunk, you need something Mexican, and everything else is closed.)
Yeah, it’s over a mile high, you’re out of breath, whatever. Give it a day, you’ll be fine.
Stereotyping. Not cool.
No one here actually dresses like that. Ever.
Don’t believe everything you see on TV. We don’t have blue meth and Pollos Hermanos is not a chain.
No one in New Mexico owns a single piece of clothing for rain. We know that when it does rain it’ll stop in five minutes, so what’s the point of dragging around a pair of galoshes or a raincoat all day?
Psh, get out of here with your conspiracy theories. And like we would actually tell you if we had close encounters.
Dude, really?
No, no, no, no, no. For the last time, New Mexico is SEPARATE from Mexico. We are a state, not a country. You lose any and all credibility when you ask this, even as a joke. Sorry, we take back what we said about not judging you. 