Shacopate
06-17-2007, 09:02 PM
...ROBBED...lol..
My girlfriend and I are having a late lunch at this authentic Tex-mex place downtown, a great place to eat...worth all the trouble to get there.
After we eat...we get back to the car and I'm lookin' for my cell phone...can't find it...must have left it in the restaraunt...go back, no...not there.
Chi-Chi, my girl is insisting that someone has stolen it. I'm like NO...I just left it somewhere...who steals a PHONE?
While I'm looking for it, she calls my cell # and after a minute or two I can hear her speaking spanish in an angry tone. The guy that stole my phone was actually stupid enough to answer. She's going OFF, every sentence ends with PUTO!
She hangs up and tells me in english the conversation. It was basically this:
Chi-Chi: Do you have my phone?
Petty Thief: It's my phone now.
Chi-Chi: Where are you?
PT: I don't know.
Of course, not's not entirely what was said between the two...much to my amusement...because I know when she puts those hands on her hips and starts speaking espanol, I know it's time to step off...WAY OFF.
She is PR and absolutely HATES mexicans. It's culture thing...not race.
I'm reminded of Pulp Fiction, where John Travolta's character says (about getting his car keyed)..."It would have been worth him doin' it...if I could've caught him doin' it."
You don't funk with another mans car...and you don't funk with Chi-Chi either...LOL
My girlfriend and I are having a late lunch at this authentic Tex-mex place downtown, a great place to eat...worth all the trouble to get there.
After we eat...we get back to the car and I'm lookin' for my cell phone...can't find it...must have left it in the restaraunt...go back, no...not there.
Chi-Chi, my girl is insisting that someone has stolen it. I'm like NO...I just left it somewhere...who steals a PHONE?
While I'm looking for it, she calls my cell # and after a minute or two I can hear her speaking spanish in an angry tone. The guy that stole my phone was actually stupid enough to answer. She's going OFF, every sentence ends with PUTO!
She hangs up and tells me in english the conversation. It was basically this:
Chi-Chi: Do you have my phone?
Petty Thief: It's my phone now.
Chi-Chi: Where are you?
PT: I don't know.
Of course, not's not entirely what was said between the two...much to my amusement...because I know when she puts those hands on her hips and starts speaking espanol, I know it's time to step off...WAY OFF.
She is PR and absolutely HATES mexicans. It's culture thing...not race.
I'm reminded of Pulp Fiction, where John Travolta's character says (about getting his car keyed)..."It would have been worth him doin' it...if I could've caught him doin' it."
You don't funk with another mans car...and you don't funk with Chi-Chi either...LOL