so today all my old co-workers have been in and out of this office.. we have a deadline to clean up all the old stuff, so they've been in to cart their abandoned yet wanted monitors and fax machines out the door.
this means i got to see paola. she was my bud for the first six months or so that i worked here. then she ran off to bolivia to care for her aunt. and colombian david, whom some of you have heard about due to his long-winded way of telling stories. i swear i sat there one day watching him for, like, three whole minutes while he tried to figure out what month of 1994 this one thing of no importance had happened.
anyway, they both were here today and we did our latin-kiss thing and then were talking. what's up? they said. nothing much, said i. same ol' same ol'. oh, but i did have kittens! then i showed pictures. also, the boyfriend? now an ex-boyfriend. i figured this would be news of significance to the both of them due to the number of days i came in here crying inconsolably.
david laughs and says, que bien! he has a very thick accent, this david. then goes onto say, "You need to be happy, to have a man who treats you very good. And now that we are no longer co-workers, I can tell you this and it will not be sexual harassment. You are a beautiful woman, look at you! And you are so nice! You have your pick of the men! You have those very big legs.." i just sat there giggling.. like, oh, if I didn't understand the whole false-cognate larga/large thing, he'd be in some trouble. (larga in spanish means long, not large.)
anyway, me and my beeg legs found that amusing. and being complimented is always nice, too. :)
