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My “humor” doesn’t always translate in Spain, and it took me a while to get my speaking ability up to a point to where I could even dream of making a joke in Spanish. So this morning I was overjoyed when the woman at the supermarket cash register laughed out loud at the gag I fed her as I was paying for my five items.
The store had been closed for a month undergoing a major remodeling overhaul. When finished, they had thoroughly rearranged the entire inventory so nothing was where it was before. When it was my turn, I set my stuff on the belt.
“In spite of all of your recent changes, it didn’t take me long at all to find these five things,” I said.
She looked bored and surprised that a customer was addressing her, but she took the bait.
“That’s nice. How long did it take you?” she asked.
I looked at my watch.
“I got here last night at about eight.”
I swear, it didn’t sound like a fake laugh, like the sort she
might do just to get rid of me, but maybe she's good at fake laughs.
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