A conversation between me and the dishwasher, Antonio

Posted on September 1, 2011 by J.

Him: Are you single?
Me: Yes.
Him: Why? (I hate this question.)
Me: Because American boys don’t like me.
Him: Why?
Me: I don’t know. (I’m not an American boy.)
Him: But you beautiful. Nothing ugly.
Me: Of course you say that. You’re Mexican. 😉

About J.

A former twentysomething with a head full of curls and heart full of questions wondering: when we get to nirvana, will there be food?
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2 Responses to A conversation between me and the dishwasher, Antonio

  1. jamie says:
    September 2, 2011 at 9:38 am

    You wrote it like you were talking to a Kitchen Aid machine, really, the dish washer was a person in your anecdote… MAkes a bit more sense now.

    Reply

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