So I worked tonight, and at one point I went into the kitchen area to get some drinks. The Latino cooks, who only speak Spanish, tried to get my attention by whistling at me. Knowing that I could somewhat speak Spanish, they tried to say something to me but I couldn't really hear or understand what they were saying, so I walked back to the frontal area whilst hearing them laughing. In response to their behavior, I wrote a note saying,
"Hola Cocineros,
Dejenme en paz, por favor. Me encantan las papas fritas y limonada con fresas. Y Cerveza. Adios.
Juana P."
Translation: Hello cooks. Leave me alone, please. I love fries and Strawberry Lemonade. And beer. Bye.
Joanna P.
Yes. Sixth period Spanish III with Mr. Yarnton has its positives. Such as helping me deal with situations like this one. Thank you, Mr. Y.
2 comments:
HAHA you're the greatest
That is so full of win...
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