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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