...at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now:
1) I bring in these honey-ham meatsticks to share with everyone -- I chop them up into little bits and put them on two appetizer plates, one which I leave out for the servers, and the other that I take in to the back of the house -- and then I'm trying to explain what they are to my (Guatemalan) coworkers, and I can't remember some words in (Spanish), and so I turn to my one (newer) (Ecuadorian) coworker for help, since she speaks pretty decent (English) and in fact prefers to talk to me in that language.
"How do you say 'honey' in Spanish?", I'm like.
"Carino," she's like.
2) Father's Day fell amidst this stretch of time where I was making a lot of jokes where I'd point at my paunch and say that I was pregnant -- "Estoy embarasado," I'd be like ("I'm pregnanat") -- and for some reason on that day my one (Guatemalan) coworker chose to respond to that line with something new.
"Como esta tu bebe?", he was like, ("How is your baby doing?").
"Triste," I was like ("Sad").
"Porque?", he was like, mildly surprised ("Why?").
"Porque hoy es el dia de padres y no sabe su padre," I was like ("Because today is Father's Day and it doesn't knows its father").
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