I went to my favorite Mexican restaurant and ordered one of those giant Mexican eggrolls with carnitas. It was delicious as always. I like to order my burritos wet with ranchera sauce on top.
I got to talking with the proprietor about the Lakers. The proprietor and I both mumble when we talk. We have interesting conversations where I know he can't understand me, and I can't understand him, but we're too polite to interrupt and say anything about it.
The proprietor was standing at my table talking. At a certain point in the conversation I realized I had no idea what he was talking about. His mouth was moving and I was paying attention, but I just couldn't make out what he was saying. I was looking into his eyes trying my best to connect with him, but I was faking it. For some reason I thought about Levis, and I wanted to interrupt and say "Levis right?" I couldn't get the Levis out of my mind as he talked. I was struggling to keep quiet. I badly wanted to say, "Levis right?"
When the proprietor was finished talking he gave me a funny look. He knew I wasn't following him, but he was too polite to say anything about it.
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