I started my new job and noticed there were quite a few Mexicans working there. They talk weird, it sounds like a different kind of language or something. I was going about my job when one of them told me "on da lay". I said "No, I use Oil of Olay, why do you like the scent?" He just ignored me, rolled his eyes and walked away. Later, I needed something that was sitting by his station, and I went over and asked to borrow his. He said "See senorita". I smiled and walked away thinking, why did he call me Rita, that is not my name. After a while he came to my station and said "Senorita" and pointed to the scissors, I looked at him in disgust! I mean really, he wants to see my Rita, what the h**l, is rita a body part. Does he want to cut my rita. I don't know, I quickly headed to the bathroom a little worried, I might add. As I walked by, there were 2 more Mexicans and one was being quite vulgar about his love life. I heard him say he was going home and eating in Panala. That is personal! The other guy said that he had brought a case of Diaz for lunch. I was surprised to know that they allowed alcohol on the job, maybe I should tell the boss.As I was leaving for the day, one of them yelled Add e os A me go! I don't know if he was asking me if I drove an Amigo or he wanted me to to take him home. I just sort of smiled and went on my way. I don't know if I should go back tomorrow. I was scared that they wanted to ride in my car so the could look at my rita and because they wanted to cut it, maybe they didn't like the scent of my oil of olay. Maybe, just maybe, I will get Panala's number and call her and let her know that her husband was drinking beer on the job talking about his s*x life.
Thanks for taking the time to read my story. I am bored and thought I would use this time to spark my imagination.
All in good fun.
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