This morning when I was driving to work I stopped at a florist to take care of one of my "quehaceres" (kay-ah-SEHR-ess) or "things I have to do". As I entered the shop the owner said:
Buenos días señor. ¿En qué lo puedo servir?
Good morning sir. How can I help you?
Buenos días. Estoy para pagar mi impuesto.
Good morning. I am here to pay my tax.
The owner responded with a puzzled look:
¿Impuesto? ¿Qué impuesto?
Pues, el impuesto de San Valentín !Claro!
Why, my Saint Valentine tax, of course!
At this point everyone in the shop burst out laughing. You know, I am really not into this St. Valentine thing but I am smart enough to realize that women are and the first rule of the game is to stay in the game. I randomly chose a flower arrangement of yellow and white flowers and had him throw in a big red rose to absolutely guarantee that I receive my "besote" (beh-SOH-tay) or "big kiss" and had him deliver it to where my wife works along with a little card upon which I scribbled sweet nothings. You guys out there who don't play the game, I feel sorry for you. If you still just don't get it...you probably won't get any...
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