FYI, Veggie Mom wrote this as her final January contribution to the Random Complexity Writing Challenge. 181 words.Nerves jangled; bells rang in her ears. The 23-year-old still smelled slightly of frat keggers and 2 a.m. runs to Jack-in-the-Box.
Now she found herself in Mexico City. Dressed to impress. On a business trip.
Adiós, Corona-infused nights on the crowded porch of a run-down, college-row house.
Bienvenido to the world of cocktail parties at expense-account restaurants.
Thank God for the four years of high school Spanish, followed by a college minor. At least she might have a decent conversation.
In the restaurant of the four-star hotel on Paseo de la Reforma, she contemplated the breakfast menu. Huevos, for sure. But I can’t read this—the words all look the same. So much for the post-secondary degree.
I’ll just wing it. Thanks, Señorita Toliver, for teaching me something way back in 9th grade. Who knew that Español Uno would come in handy?
“Huevos y jabón, por favor.” Luckily, the waiter wasn’t a literal guy. And he had patience with the newbie gringa, trying to act so adulta.
Her stomach was twisted in knots already. Soap and eggs would have been quite unsettling.
9 comments:
Oh, I get it! Jabon=soap; Jamon=ham. Aren't you lucky you didn't get eggs with a few slices of Irish Spring melted on top!
That's probably what I would have ordered. I can't remember any of my high school Spanish, well enough to get myself in trouble.
Oh, is there more?
you're quite a good writer!
Soap and eggs... nice. Great post, enjoyed reading it very much.
Cute. Looks like you had fun :)
I came by way of Melissa's because of the dog and stick photo.
You have a lot of intersting stuff going on over here and I liked this writing piece.
I'm scared to think what I may have ordered. You really should write for a living! (and not just a blog)
Hee hee! I love it. Too cute, but lucky the waiter helped. I can imagine the laugh he got afterwards though!
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