willfully obtuse
The following is a recent conversation I had with a coworker, in which she discovers I am awesome.
Her: Hey, María? Do you speak Spanish?
Me: My grandfather was Puerto Rican.
Her: So you speak Spanish.
Me: Well. My mom’s from South Bend, Indiana. So it’s not like we spoke it at home.
Her: So you don’t speak Spanish.
Me: No, I learned it in school. I’ve done translation work. I know accent rules and everything.
Her: So you DO speak Spanish.
Me: Honey? That depends entirely on what you’re going to ask me to do.
Posted on January 28th, 2010 under Grenada • 
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