“Did you hear, Pablo got fired.” -me
“No, Pablo did not. He moved back to my country.” -her
“No, he got fired.” -me
“No, he quit. Pablo has a big house and two babies and a dog in my country and a car!” -her
“No, Pablo was the dishwasher. Are you talking about someone else?” -me
“No, Pablo washed the dishes and also he did two other jobs and now he is rich in my country.” -her
“In my country, it is ok to feed the dogs just tortillas.” -her
“You mean with their dog food?” -me
“No, there is no thing as dog food in my country. Just tortilla.” -her
lingonberry jam. sticky.
Today was a sad day. We hardly got to talk, and nothing funny happened at all. I wish, in my country, America wouldn’t put illegal immigrants in between a rock and a hard place. We permit illegal aliens in the workplace, turning the other way, but exploit their labor and offer no job security. Tomorrow will be an even sadder day.
sadly, my country
embarrassed.
“Yum. This is amazing. Who made this?” - me
“Miguel’s husband.” -her
“Hm, I didn’t know Miguel was gay. It is so good, is that chicken?” -me
“He is gay! But what can we do? We can do nothing.” -her
“Yeah, but who cares? Love is love.” -me
“In my country, we say two women it is nice to see, but two men is very bad to see.” -her
“In your country, they say you show ghosts silver and they will not bother you.” -her
“They do? I thought it was garlic?” -me
“No, my brother say we put silver on my dog so the ghosts do not touch her.” -her
“Oh, thats probably good anyways for her to have a tag.” -me
“In my country, we say you put like this (points to exposed wires) around their neck to protect them, so we did that, too.” -her
