At lunch, I was sitting with some sailors, and one mentioned wanting something hot to drink.
Me:
why not get a hot cocoa?
Sailor:
I only have hot cocoa with my Abuela in it.
(Abuela
is one of the few Spanish words I know.
So of course I shoot back with…)
Me:
You won’t drink hot cocoa without putting your grandmother’s ashes in it??????
She
pulls up a picture of the cocoa company she was referring to ONLY after we all
stopped crying from laughing so hard.
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