Journal of a Cynic

lost in the translation

10-22-99

Went to the local Mexican place for lunch with a couple of the drones from upstairs. Gossipfest. They work with the girl who's replacing me, and they had not much good to say about her. I wash my hands of all this....

Linda is a feisty Mexican lady who works in our export division. She always orders our lunches in Spanish and she's good friends with the family that owns the restaurant.

Today there were some bosses from human human resources sitting at another table. As a joke, Linda had the waitress take our check to their table and ask them to pay for it. The boss looked at us giggling and asked the waitress how to say "Forget it!" in Spanish. She whispered a phrase to him and he shouted that phrase out across the restaurant in a horrible Southern/Mexican accent.

Would have been kinda cute, exceot that the phrase that crafty waitress had told him meant "Go get fucked!" when translated. Everyone who understood Spanish had a good laugh at his expense.

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