This morning I woke up around 6:30am and high-tailed it to the Dunkin’ Donuts across from Nate’s apartment. I always drink my coffee with just milk. Today, when I got to the front of the line, I ordered my coffee as usual.
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Megan: “I’d like a small coffee with milk, please”.
Cashier: “How many sugars?”
Megan: “No, sugar. Just milk, please.”
Cashier: “NO SUGAR?!?”
Megan: “Umm, no thanks.”
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After I say this, the cashier speaks rapid Spanish to her co-worker while giving me meaningful glances. All I catch are the words sin azucar and flaco. I already know that “sin azucar” means without sugar so I was determined to google “flaco” ASAP. This is what I found out:
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FLACO:
adjective
thin
skinny
scraggy
scrawny
gaunt
lean
weakly
meagre
meager
Gah! I’m not sure whether to be angry that the Dunkin’ Donuts employees were so blatantly judging me or to laugh because the whole situation is just so hilarious. I mean really….the woman acted like I was from another planet because I like my coffee with just milk. For all she knows, I could have been diabetic. Oh, Washington Heights. This neighborhood is full of surprises. I’m going to consult my Spanish for Dummies book and come up with an appropriately scathing remark. Even if I’m too chicken to ever use it.
