I walked in to Salt and Pepper on 33rd Street today, and I saw the cook putting spaghetti onto the steam table. Translated sloppily from the original Spanish.
COOK: Hello cousin, how are you, we haven’t seen you in so long! How have you been?
JP: Fine thanks! What about you all? How is everything?
COOK: Just fine! Tell me what you want today?
JP: Mmm, spaghetti and meatballs.
COOK: Do you want cheese on top?
COOK: Do you want me to put cheese on top of your spaghetti?
JP: Of course! How am I going to eat spaghetti and meatballs without cheese? That would be….
DRUNK CUSTOMER (in English, as he is leaving the store): Thank you, goodbye, I love you.
CASHIER: You love me? Ok, I love you too.
DRUNK CUSTOMER: I love you too. Just the normal I love you. Not like Ricky.
JP: Not like Ricky Martin?
CASHIER: No, not like Ricky.
JP: Poor Ricky, so many years with his secret. Did you change the lighting in here?
CASHIER: Yes, we changed the lights. It’s brighter, more hygienic. No more rats. They don’t come out anymore. It’s that they’re afraid, afraid of the light… Rats, cockroaches…. Mexicans….
COOK (angrily): SHH!
JP: Ok, thank you gentlemen, I’ll see you all next time.