Open mouth, insert foot…..
So I am at work a couple of weeks ago. I tend to work the morning/lunch shift which means setting up the whole restaurant. Brewing tea, coffee, cutting lemons, setting tables and all kinds of other meaningless stuff like that. During the shift things are starting to get fairly busy. Busboys are running back and forth clearing tables. Hostesses are seating people as fast as they can come in the door. The cooks are in the kitchen flipping burgers, steaks, Salmon and the like. Servers including myself are running back and forth filling tea, taking orders, making change etc; yep its just another day at what I refer to as Hellay(aka Hell “A” aka my morning job). Anyhow things begin to slow down some to where we can at least see the light at the end of the tunnel. Eduardo probably our best cook in the kitchen, comes out from behind the line to get himself a drink. A new girl has started working in the kitchen. She walks by us and I say in a remarkably good impression of him “Si or No?”
(A little background)
I have been working there for almost 3 years and Eduardo who is our best cook was working there long before I started. He and I generally joke around in one way or another and get along pretty dog gone well. On any given day it is not uncommon at all for him to walk up to me(and others as well) and pointing to this waitress or that one will say simply “Si or No?” This is his way of asking (and I will be much more politically correct then he intends it when he says it) “would you be interested in getting to know that young woman there?” He doesn’t discriminate mind you, he asks it about not only the ‘hot girls’ but the ‘not so hot and even border line repulsive” ones as well at varying times. Generally speaking I hear him in these discussions and ignore it usually with a roll of the eyes, a shake of the head, and just walk away. Don’t get me wrong, I am by no means a saint, but I guess I have matured a bit in my old age and (with some exceptions) don’t think of women like that. Or at the very least If I do I try to have a bit more couth about it..
So anyways that day for some reason ,either the pig in me was making one of it's rare appearences or more likely i was angry at the entire species of creatures known as women at the time (neither of which makes it excusable by any means) . Anywhooo as the new girl walks by us in the kitchen I look at Eduardo and say (like I said in a rather good impression of him) “Si or No?” Now, mind you I speak a little bit of Spanish but am not by any stretch of the imagination fluent at all. However, any red blooded American male worth his salt who has learned some Spanish(or any language for that matter) probably learned how to say a few of the curse words. That is just the way it is right? So I am sitting there expecting him to say “oh si’ or “hell yeah” or something to that effect. Instead his entire demeanor changed. It was like watching the Mexican exorcist or something. He started rattling off stuff in Spanish at 200 miles and hour. I heard Pendayho, and maticon and punto and various other words that I knew were cuss words even if I don’t know how to spell them. As Eduardo stormed away, went back behind the cook’s line and returned to his work, I thought okay what the hell was that? I had no idea what he was saying which word meant what exactly or why, but thought man he reallllly does NOT like her at all!
I have never seen Eduardo mad before that I can recall, so I started thinking maybe this is his ex-girlfriend or something like that. Oh well I thought, and went back to working the shift and life went on as normal for the most part. As the shift ended I am sitting in the office, counting out the money that I owe the house and preparing to check out for the day. Terry the manager on duty comes in the office to take my money and makes a comment that something has got Eduardo pissed off and he wonders what the hell that is all about. I thought I had some idea about it and started to tell him when just then the new girl walks into the office to get ready to leave herself and look at the schedule. Seeing her, I pretty much bit my lip and went about checking out. Terry turns around and seeing her says “oh hey Maria, you getting used to the place? Anything you need help with don’t be afraid to ask.” He goes on to say, ‘have yall met? This is Rob, Rob this is Maria , Eduardo's Wife she will be working with us for a while.” In the words of homer simpson, DOH! Which I believe is Spanish for “ohhhh shit!”
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Open mouth insert foot
Posted by briliantdonkey at 2:24 AM
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Hello Rob! I am not a friend of Christine's. In fact I am a total stranger posting a comment on your blog right now! Hear I go:
Dear me, I thought that stuff only happened on TV. That was just too funny! I kept thinking, "it's his sister!" but his wife? Hooooboy!
Keep on posting Rob...you are so funny...and now I don't have to rely on Christine's (who I don't know by the way) stories! :)
Hehe hi Jo!
Yes, Rob, she's a stranger to me. Stranger, strangest, well you get it. :)
Looking forward to more posts soon!
Hello? Anybody home?
I want to read more!! :)
so, did eduardo ever speak to you again?
Heather: yes, I apologized, he got over it and life went on. We even laugh about the irony of it at times. In the long run the part that annoyed him the most was ruining the 'si or no' game for him I think.
BD
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