As luck would have it; a Jack-N-Box can be located within a ten minute walk from my front door. As I'm walking up to the entrance I see a derelict standing outside the place rummaging through the trash. At first I didn't give it much thought. As I'm standing in line getting ready to order my tacos; I begin thinking to myself. "Should I buy this bum a couple of tacos. They're only a dollar. You don't have much to give away; but come on, you can spare one dollar for this guy." In the end, the angel on my right shoulder won out over the devil on my left. So I ordered four tacos instead of two.
I head out the door and see him sitting on a ledge just across from the restaurant. I then walk-up to him and give him his bag of tacos. "These are for you buddy." After I gave him the bag, he looks at me and says, "Thank-you amigo." It seems like all I do is eat alone nowadays and I figured he could use the company. So I took a seat next to him on the ledge. I then asked him what his name was, "My name is Juan and these are good tacos." It was only two tacos from Jack-N-Box; but I got the inclination that to Juan it was like eating fillet mignon.
"Where are you from Juan?" It was obvious that he was from Mexico; but still, I wanted to make a little small talk with my dinner partner. He looks at me and says, "Me English no very good, lo siento." My Spanish is horrendous and that's saying it lightly but if I wanted the practice; Juan seemed like the ideal candidate. So I told him this, all in Spanish. "I live down the block from Jack-N-Box and I eat there because it is cheap." He understood all that. Then I tried to tell him that the weather was nice but soon it would get very hot (mucho caliente). After the statement about the weather; he looks at me and says. "Me not like that. Me want chicas." What little conversation we were having was lost after that. Anyways, I finished my tacos and told him adios.
All the writing I've been doing the last few years has made me reflective. So as I'm walking home I recalled how Juan said he liked chicas after I told him that the weather was going to be mucho caliente soon, the conclusion: Juan was under the impression that I was making a pass at him and that's why he told me he liked chicas. Like I said earlier; my Spanish is horrendous.
I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having...Call it the village idiot thought of the day. "I talked with my ex wife earlier in the evening. She's coming to town tomorrow for a week long visit. I told her that I was excited to see her and on Sunday my partner and I were going to give her the tour of what I've been talking about all this time."
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