Note: If the moderators think this is inappropriate, I apologize ahead of time. This incident might sound like fiction, but it really happened about two hours ago. I'm reposting this from my blog Robbie's Politics ZoneAn hour ago, I did some last-minute shopping before the stores closed. I went to the gas station to top off my gas tank and pay for a car wash (which I didn't get because of the long line), visited the book store to pick up a Spanish/English dictionary and two writing books, and then the ATM to pull out $40 for this coming week.
On my way home, I pulled into a taco shop and got in line at the drive thru. When I pulled up to the menu board, I heard a jovial male voice blare through the speakerbox. "Welcome, may I take your order?"
"I want a chorizo burrito and four rolled tacos with guacamole," I responded.
"Did you say you wanted a chilito?" he asked.
"Wh-wh-what?" I said. I was recovering from a head cold and I assumed he didn't understand what I wanted.
"Did you say you wanted a chilito burrito?" he asked a second time. I wanted to repeat my order, but then a scary thought popped in my head: he thinks I'm either fucking with him or I'm gay.
"No! No! No!" I screamed. "I wanted a chorizo burrito and four rolled tacos with guacamole. What did you think I said?"
"Oh," he replied. "That will be $7.36"
"Thank you," I said. I pulled forward and as I waited for my turn at the drive thru window, I couldn't help but think of Carlos Mencia's standup routine from a decade ago on the same subject. A mischievous smile crossed my lips, and my laughter filled the cockpit.
Why was this incident so funny?
Chorizo, if pronounced with a head cold and a slight Texas twang, sounds a lot like the word
chilito, which is Mexican slang for "tiny penis".
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