Aug 16, 2004 00:43
So I was at Chipotle today for my second burrito out of two days home thus far. For those of you who have never experienced Chipotle, it is a burrito place similar to La Bamba's but so much better. Anyhow, most of the employees are Mexican. When I went in today, the guy in line in front of me was also Mexican. So he ordered in Spanish and was having a conversation with the tortilla lady. Anyhow, I'm sitting there listening though I have no clue what they're saying, and one of them must have made a joke because they both start laughing. Even though I don't speak Spanish, I can't help but laugh along with them, just because they're all happy, and it makes me happy, so I smile. While I'm smiling, the tortilla lady sees me, and smiles at me, thinking I have understood. So, now it's my turn to tell her what I need, and she busts out some really fast Mexican jibber-jabber. Assuming she asked to take my order, I start to order, but then, those four years of middle and high school Spanish pay off and it registers that she has just asked me how was I doing? So I stopped, mid sentence English and answered, "Bien, Gracias." Thinking the ordeal was over, the lady continued to pressure me into ordering in Spanish by speaking Spanish herself. Then she tested me, pollo or polla? I said, "pollo" which is chicken. I don't know what "polla" is.
Oh, and then I delivered a 50 lb. Penecostal man from Minnesota to Newburgh. He wanted to watch The Land Before Time. I just called him a dork.