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Sep 21st, 2004, 01:27 PM
Far too intelligent a conversation for them to have had in the back max. Probably went something more like this...
My English translation of the conversation:
"Miss Manager?"
"Yes"
"I fucked up and whitey is mad"
"Oh no. How did you fuck up Maria?"
"I overcharged him for his two delicious old fashioned donuts and his XL coffee"
"Oh no, Maria. That is the third time this month. Is everything ok at home?"
"Enrico came home late again last night and smelled like tequila and cocoa butter"
"Oh no Maria - well, let's go help the tall man out front. After all, it is he and his kind that have taken us in in their wonderful country and allowed us to work for so much more than we ever could have made hooking in Bogota. Plus, my skin just wont heal from walking in that gasoline/coco leaf soup for 33 years."
"Ok let's go help him."
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