This afternoon, The Beloved and The Offspring stopped by the neighborhood sub shop for a quick bite between Saturday errands. As they were finishing their $5 foot-longs (my baby loves a cheap foot long) a fortyish white guy emerged from the, um, facilities.
He addressed the young Hispanic man working behind the counter: “La Cabanyo no es working. It’s full.”
To which the young man replied, “I can’t understand what you’re saying. Could you speak English?”