Thursday, August 23, 2012

Yo No Hablo Español

The people at the Mexican restaurant down the road are the nicest people but I can't understand a word they're saying.

I call in my order, I go to pick it up, then they start asking me questions and talking to me and I just stand there nodding like an idiot.  Please, I just want some freakin' fajitas!  I'll pay extra to not have to try to interpret your accented English.  I don't mind any other time but when I'm hungry I just want my food.

I'm not even sure what I've been agreeing to.  I think I may have just bought an old car from the girl at the cash register.  Either that or I'm now taking her to the prom.

Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

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