This is the sort of thing that happens on the Mezzanine at Amoeba:
A woman approaches the counter. She asks timidly, “Habla Espanol?”
Now, some of us do speak a little Spanish, but often it’s not just a little Spanish that’s needed, but rather a complete grasp of the grammar and vocabulary, as well as a working knowledge of colloquial usage and a keen grasp on all of the capitols of every country in South America (the capitol of Uruguay is Montevideo.) So we page someone who knows Spanish and has a free moment and who has been to Montevideo and that person huffs it up to the Mezzanine and finds this timid Spanish speaker and asks “Que quieres?”
And she says, “Tiene Patch Adams?”
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This made me laugh out loud. I guess any of us who work with people in L.A. and aren’t fluent in Spanish have had similar experiences!
I laughed out loud too. I was in the neighborhood today. Eating chilaquiles. Damn it was COLD.
I thought about looking for you and the chilaquiles, but I figured that 9:45 was a little too early (I work at 10:00)
We were there LATE. Real late. And next week is the marathon, so I think I’ll steer clear.