Melting Pot!
Man, work is a muticultural experience sometimes. These last three days, we've been building a fountain with the aid of a truckload of Mexican laborers. This exchange took place:
Boss: "Okay, lunchtime. What do you guys want?"
Constantino: "We'll just take tacos. Maybe a hundred tacos?"
B: "A hundred?! how many of you are there?"
C: "twenty-two?"
B: "There are not twenty-two of you motherfuckers here. Count again."
C: "Okay, thirteen."
B: "And how many tacos can you eat apiece? two?"
C: "No, five."
B: "Dammit.... [turns to our crew] would you guys mind picking us up seventy tacos down the road? And a large sweet tea?"
(Cashier's reaction at the taco stand: Startled look and "Quanto?")
Boss: "Okay, lunchtime. What do you guys want?"
Constantino: "We'll just take tacos. Maybe a hundred tacos?"
B: "A hundred?! how many of you are there?"
C: "twenty-two?"
B: "There are not twenty-two of you motherfuckers here. Count again."
C: "Okay, thirteen."
B: "And how many tacos can you eat apiece? two?"
C: "No, five."
B: "Dammit.... [turns to our crew] would you guys mind picking us up seventy tacos down the road? And a large sweet tea?"
(Cashier's reaction at the taco stand: Startled look and "Quanto?")