Cool story, bro. I have a Hispanic story of my own.
I was working in Texas as a commercial brick and block mason, back in the 80's. All of the mason's tenders were Hispanics, some of whom didn't speak English. So anyway we were up on the scaffold and 5 of them were standing against the railing, watching the shit truck pump out the Porta-Potties. It was a hot Summer day and when the fragrant odor of the stalls being pumped reached the scaffold, they started puking their guts out, one at a time right down the line. I swear, it was like sympathetic retching that started with the first laborer and went down the line to the next one, and the next one, and the next one...
I guess you would have had to have been there in order to appreciate the humor.