Language Is A Virus

I was tidying up around the Musica Latina section when a young Mexican gentleman approached me in the aisles:

HE: "¿Tu habla español?"

ME: "Um... un poco."

HE: "Ah." He smiles flirtatiously. "¿Cómo te llamas?"

ME: "Melissa"

HE: He blinks. "¿Cómo te llamas?"

ME: "Melissa"

HE: Another hesitation. "¿Cómo te llamas?"

ME: "Melissa"

He scratches his head.

HE: "Cómo. Te. Llamas."

ME: "Muh. Liss. Ah."

HE: "WHAT IS YOUR NAME?!"

ME: Pointing now at name tag. "MELISSA!"

HE: "Ah." He nods, smiles politely, and just sort of wanders off.


Okay, question: ¿Que la chinga?