Since Thanksgiving is next
Thursday that episode of Bobservations will not air that day so I thought I’d
share an actual text conversation between Carlos and myself where he slayed me.
It starts like this … still
slightly kitchen-less we’ve been eating and ordering take-out a few nights
every week and one night Carlos suggested take-out from Masa Street Food for
dinner. I told him I wanted something different than my usual and asked
about tamales and it went like this, starting with Carlos to me:
“Hi sweetheart. I checked
with Masa and they have three kinds of tanales. They have chicken tamales with
salsa verde, chicken tamales with mole, or poblano and cheese tammales. Those
are the three kinds of tamales that they have. Let me know what you would like
me to order. Love you.”
“I’ll look at their menu now.
I’ll have one of each tamale and call you when I’m done so you can order for me
top pick up. Love you.”
“In other words, just to be
clear, do you want three tamales?”
“Yes, please. One of each.”
“Ok, that is, one chicken
with salsa verde, one chicken with mole, and one poblano and cheese, for a
total of three tamales. Just want to be sure.”
“Do you want me to draw you a
fucking picture of three motherfucking tamales?”
“I don’t think they have that
kind of tamale at the restaurant.”
Carlos slayed; and before
anyone says a word about my language, Carlos knows me, knows my foul mouth and
knows I was joking with him, which is why, yes, he slayed! |