I went to the Chinese Buffet for lunch. Not the best quality Asian food in town but it's cheap and I'm hungry.
There's this water buffalo of a white woman, 40-ish, 5'8", about 350lbs, greasy ass hair that looks like it hasn't been washed in a month. She's fishing all the beef out of the broccoli beef and taking her fat ass time so I go around to the other side to get some Kung Pao Chicken. I start to get some and she whacks my serving spoon with hers, flings broccoli beef juice everywhere and says, "I'm getting that next!"
Totally stunned I say, "What?"
This little Mexican dude comes running up, 20-ish, skinny, about 5'2", has the same non-mustache crap growing on his upper lip that I did when I was 14, and he's wearing a trucker cap with 3 roosters on it. He's babbling something about his wife and something else.....I normally understand Spanish okay but this dude is not making any sense to me.
I'm so busy concentrating on how to not punch this little bowed up, fresh off the ranch, rooster man in the solar plexus that I can't come up with anything clever to say.
Instead I just say, "It's just Kung Pao chicken....they'll make more." in my terrible pidgin Spanglish.
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Somebody get me a Xanax.
There's this water buffalo of a white woman, 40-ish, 5'8", about 350lbs, greasy ass hair that looks like it hasn't been washed in a month. She's fishing all the beef out of the broccoli beef and taking her fat ass time so I go around to the other side to get some Kung Pao Chicken. I start to get some and she whacks my serving spoon with hers, flings broccoli beef juice everywhere and says, "I'm getting that next!"
Totally stunned I say, "What?"
This little Mexican dude comes running up, 20-ish, skinny, about 5'2", has the same non-mustache crap growing on his upper lip that I did when I was 14, and he's wearing a trucker cap with 3 roosters on it. He's babbling something about his wife and something else.....I normally understand Spanish okay but this dude is not making any sense to me.
I'm so busy concentrating on how to not punch this little bowed up, fresh off the ranch, rooster man in the solar plexus that I can't come up with anything clever to say.
Instead I just say, "It's just Kung Pao chicken....they'll make more." in my terrible pidgin Spanglish.
:Somebody get me a Xanax.
