A Quick Slice of My Life
Forgive me my self-indulgence of late, dear reader. I will eventually stop boring you with the minor details of my everyday life and write brilliant pieces on the hot topics of the day, but . . . . hahahahaha . . . Oh, I almost got through it that time. Hot topics of the day? Me? Yeah, right.
Anyway, last night I was out late running around, and on my way home grabbed a couple tacos along with some chips and salsa from a local taqueria. (For those across the pond, "chips" refers to "crisps" in this context.)
As I was leaving, the guy who sold me the tacos said something to me in Spanish.
Now, I speak enough Spanish to get by. I mean, I can order beers and ask where the restroom is, but in my haste to get home, my attention was divided and I wasn't quite sure what he had said. It was either, "Have a good evening" or "Your turtle has developed a fungus".
I didn't beg the man's pardon, however, since I thought either sentiment was appropriate for the situation and the time of night. And besides, I was hungry and wanted to get at those tacos.
When I got home, I set the food on the table, flipped on the tube, checked my turtle for fungus, and then taco-ed like a starving man. (By the way, I love using nouns as verbs. The other day, someone told me to "text" him. "Text" is a verb now, as is the venerable "Tea bag".)
Anyway, so there I was, face deep in a pile of tacos when all of a sudden I heard a helicopter flying low right over my house. I sprang up to see what was going on, and in my alarm, I knocked all my chips on the floor.
Ignoring the chips on the floor, I went outside to find a police helicopter circling my neighborhood, shining its light down on the streets and houses. (You know, they have that really bright search light on them. That's how you know it's a police helicopter and not just a regular helicopter, or a bird.)
I watched the helicopter circle for a while, until I realized that there was probably a dangerous criminal in the vicinity, and I was standing out in the middle of the street. So I hurried back inside, locked the door, and finished my tacos and floor chips.
The floor chips were delicious, but I wonder if they ever caught the guy.
Anyway, last night I was out late running around, and on my way home grabbed a couple tacos along with some chips and salsa from a local taqueria. (For those across the pond, "chips" refers to "crisps" in this context.)
As I was leaving, the guy who sold me the tacos said something to me in Spanish.
Now, I speak enough Spanish to get by. I mean, I can order beers and ask where the restroom is, but in my haste to get home, my attention was divided and I wasn't quite sure what he had said. It was either, "Have a good evening" or "Your turtle has developed a fungus".
I didn't beg the man's pardon, however, since I thought either sentiment was appropriate for the situation and the time of night. And besides, I was hungry and wanted to get at those tacos.
When I got home, I set the food on the table, flipped on the tube, checked my turtle for fungus, and then taco-ed like a starving man. (By the way, I love using nouns as verbs. The other day, someone told me to "text" him. "Text" is a verb now, as is the venerable "Tea bag".)
Anyway, so there I was, face deep in a pile of tacos when all of a sudden I heard a helicopter flying low right over my house. I sprang up to see what was going on, and in my alarm, I knocked all my chips on the floor.
Ignoring the chips on the floor, I went outside to find a police helicopter circling my neighborhood, shining its light down on the streets and houses. (You know, they have that really bright search light on them. That's how you know it's a police helicopter and not just a regular helicopter, or a bird.)
I watched the helicopter circle for a while, until I realized that there was probably a dangerous criminal in the vicinity, and I was standing out in the middle of the street. So I hurried back inside, locked the door, and finished my tacos and floor chips.
The floor chips were delicious, but I wonder if they ever caught the guy.
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10:06 AM
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