Las comadres y el vestido

Para empezar la semana con una sonrisa, qué mejor que una conversación entre dos comadritas mexicanas que viven en Estados Unidos. Para que vean que los nuestros no sólo sufren por la discriminación en el gabacho, sino que tienen hartas precocupaciones como dónde comprar su ropa para ciertas ocasiones.

Petra and Chola, two comadres, are talking.

Petra: "Ese señor, José García, asked me out for a date. I know you went out with him last week, and I wanted to talk with you about him before I give him my answer."

Chola: "Pues, le' me tell you sonting. He cho's up at mi casa a las 7 and dressed good, really nice. And he brings me flowers and una caja de chocolates, más suave! Then he takes me downstairs, and what's there but a beautiful car limousine, con chauffeur y todo. Then he takes me out for dinner... cáete, el Red Lobster! Then we go see a cho'... Let me tell you, Petra, I enjoyed it so much I could've died from pleasure! So then, we are coming back to mi casa, and he turns into an ANIMAL. Completely Loco and his eyes are crazy, too!! He tears off my expensive new dress that I bought at Target -- remember the red one with the black flores? -- and has his way with me... TWO TIMES!!!"

Petra: "¡No la chingues, Chola! So, you telling me I shouldn't go out with him?"

Chola: "No, no!! I'm just saying, wear that old dress you got from Gualmar."