Day LXII

The oficiales

     He had a long moniker with three or four names, and I couldn’t remember any  of them if my life depended on it. So I called him Jeffe. That’s like calling him boss, and he liked it. Then I explained that Juan was was a stupido, and believed the girl was in loved with him.

     “I understood that!”

     “Be cool, man!” I whispered to Angel.

     “Ha ha aha ha ho ho ho hee heee heee!”

     Jeffe, and two of his oficiales cracked up, and the fat one had to sit down, really he was holding onto his belly as he sat down, and as he did so, he let loose a sharp fart in the process, that made them laugh all the harder.

     “Aha ha ha Pepe, he farts.” El jeffe laughed as he pointed at him.

     After a moment, when they had calmed down, I asked him what we needed to do to get him out.  I explained that Juan was of Mexican descent, born and raised in California, and didn’t speak Spanish. Then he told us the whole story of how he tried to bamboozle the senyorita. They didn’t tolerate that down there. Well, I said again, the poor sap thought she was in love with him.

     “Ha ha aha ha ha ha! That is funny, mucho funny amigo.” He laughed.

     Then he says, there are always drunks, who don’t want to pay. But this was the first time he heard a story like ours…that Juan was in love. That was just too rich, and so they cracked again.

     “What’s up dude?”

     “Later, man, later.” I responded.

     Then El Jeffe says, “He has to pay the senyoreeeta, and we let him go,” as he opened his arms out to his side.

     At that moment it occurred to me that senyorita means virgin, and I wanted to crack up. But things were going well, and I didn’t want to screw it up, so I bit my tongue.