She didn't serve us, but we had the pleasure of checking out quite the waitress at Chelley's Mexican Restaurant last night.

Then, someone pointed out that they thought she was likely too young. Then, there were the braces. So yeah, she was probably a bit too young. But Jon insisted that if a woman looks to be fertile, she should be fair game. I told him I didn't think it worked that way.

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I went to Chipotle for lunch. I left annoyed.

It wasn't busy, so we walked right up to the burrito-press lady. This particular Chipotle employs more natives than most. Today, all the workers at the counter were speaking Spanish. The four customers in front of us were speaking Spanish, too, and were really chatting it up with the Chipotle staff. I figure these mystery Mexicans must also work at the 'potle. Maybe it was their day off, and they came in for a little employee-discount action. Whatever the case, it was practically Mexico in there with all the Spanish flying around.

They eventually took a break from what was surely a discussion on Telemundo hit "12 Córazones" to prep our order.

The cash register woman tallied up my burrito, chips and salsa. Then, she muttered something at me. My best guess was that she wondered if I needed anything else. I said "that's all." Nope, she was asking whether I wanted it to go. I said "Oh. Sorry. To go," and I let out a little chuckle as if to say "silly me." She responded with, "don't you speak English?" She was joking. I admit, it was half humorous, but it still took some restraint to not say "Yeah, I do speak English. But not with a thick-ass Mexican accent."

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Last weekend, I hit up El Mezcal in Lawrence for Mexican and margaritas with some former coworkers.

I ordered my Burrito Gigante with "no beans." John questioned my line of thinking, forcing me to reply "I hate beans." With a look of shock on his face, he quietly indicated that proclaiming your hate for beans in a Mexican restaurant could amount to retaliation from the all-Mexican staff.

If they spit in my food, it was tasty saliva.

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