Artwork byThe Bella Bella Co.
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I don't know how to say in Spanish 'I don't eat meat on the bone', this my dears may have been rectified if I actually followed along with the Rosetta Stone, but no I am lazy when it comes to anything that may be a necessity such as knowing my mother's native tongue. It is much easier to be oblivious, except when a situation such as the one yesterday arose.
I had mentioned casually weeks ago to one of the illegal aliens that I work with that Pollo Loco is my very favorite. The worker is a great girl, kind, helpful and who knew, thoughtful as well. Yesterday she bought us Pollo Loco for lunch (for those who don't know Pollo Loco is a Mexican charbroiled chicken place--muy delicioso). What this lovely young lady didn't realize is at most places I will only eat one thing and whatever it is if it's chicken it most certainly will not contain a bone. I just can't do it. This girl and I have conversations all the time but they are more charade-esque than verbal. Yes, I must really like her to exert that kind of energy. I considered pantomining me retching because of said bone, but I didn't think it would be very lady like. When she kept on insisting, I considered quitting my job because it would be a lot easier than having to ignore the bone-filled chicken that she was surely going to place in front of my gullet.
'Yo allergico to bono', seemed like a good idea, but I thought it smacked of deceit. So I decided to pantomime that I was full by pointing to my mouth, rubbing my belly and hand signaling that I smuggle beach balls in my blouse. That my signing looked more like I was trying to tell her I became pregnant by something I swallowed wasn't helping my cause.
"Yoo shuuure?", she asked. I just nodded, since it seemed that she felt a little embarrassed by my sharing such an intimate detail with her and she just wanted to get to her wings.
I had mentioned casually weeks ago to one of the illegal aliens that I work with that Pollo Loco is my very favorite. The worker is a great girl, kind, helpful and who knew, thoughtful as well. Yesterday she bought us Pollo Loco for lunch (for those who don't know Pollo Loco is a Mexican charbroiled chicken place--muy delicioso). What this lovely young lady didn't realize is at most places I will only eat one thing and whatever it is if it's chicken it most certainly will not contain a bone. I just can't do it. This girl and I have conversations all the time but they are more charade-esque than verbal. Yes, I must really like her to exert that kind of energy. I considered pantomining me retching because of said bone, but I didn't think it would be very lady like. When she kept on insisting, I considered quitting my job because it would be a lot easier than having to ignore the bone-filled chicken that she was surely going to place in front of my gullet.
'Yo allergico to bono', seemed like a good idea, but I thought it smacked of deceit. So I decided to pantomime that I was full by pointing to my mouth, rubbing my belly and hand signaling that I smuggle beach balls in my blouse. That my signing looked more like I was trying to tell her I became pregnant by something I swallowed wasn't helping my cause.
"Yoo shuuure?", she asked. I just nodded, since it seemed that she felt a little embarrassed by my sharing such an intimate detail with her and she just wanted to get to her wings.
