Si, mother phucker

October 24, 2011: “Cappichino traditional por favor” (opps – Spanish), I said to the server. “Cappichano” he says back to me as if he was impersonating Frankenstein. “Si” (opps…Spanish again), I replied, giving him a huge smile because he seemed to need it. Not one muscle moved in his face. It was like he carelessly self injected 5 times the recommended dosage of Botox.

As he was walking away,“Si, mother phucker” seeped out between my lips in a low tone, thinking that if I said it too loud and he understood me, I would get more than just a cappachino – so so so sorry…I mean,“Cappichano.”