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03/12/2002 Entry: "One of the guys"
They are starting to finally relax around me a little bit. Lucas seems to be spearheading the forays into nasty talk around me, while at the same time, backing off, depending on who is around me. A few nights ago was the last night of my favorite salad, the rossa. Beets, blood oranges, raddichio, olives, onions, and the spanish anchovies. Oh, Gods, how I love them. White and shiny, slicked in oil and just marinated to bliss in vinegar, I usually pop a few in my mouth every evening I am there. And now, they are gone. *sob*
But I was standing there holding a couple when Luca walked in. He looked at me holding the anchovies and smirked. "You know," he said, "women don't like to eat anchovies."
"They don't?"
He shook his head. Any thought of being truly perplexed left me as I saw the gleam in his eye. I decided to beat him to it, both to prove my mind was just as much in the gutter as his, and that it was ok for it to be.
"Because we already HAVE our fish, right?" I popped one in my mouth. He clearly was referencing the age old tale of a woman's nether regions smelling like low tide. I grinned and licked my lips, enjoying the thin sheen of oil from the fish. "Well, I love them, I can never have enough of them! More fish!" I ate another. "Not all women don't like fish you know, some like it VERY MUCH!" I said. Now I was being vague, but caught it as well. I know that jokes about male homosexuality are quite popular and varied, but I didn't know if a subtle reference to lesbianism would get picked up. But it did. He nodded and understood. "Lesbians."
I nodded. "But I'm not one, and I still LOVE FISH." I turned and went back to what I was doing.
Later in the evening, S_ came over and looked at the salads sitting on the counter ready to go. He picked through a Mista, and pulled out a small root. When Enrique returned, the exchange was in Spanish, but I think I understood. Patrons would not WANT a root in their salad. Lucas was back in the pantry at the time, and stepped forward when S_ asked for the word in Spanish for the small root. S_
s Spanish is really, really good, but this was a new word for him. Lucas gave it, then paused. Sadly, the word has left me, I will have to go find it out again, make him write it down.
"There is another meaning to this word," said Lucas.
"Which is..." said S_.
Lucas hesitated, and a look of mild discomfort crossed his face. He shook his head and smiled.
"C'mon Lucas!" said S_. "You have to tell us now."
He still shook his head.
"Why not?" said S_.
Lucas glanced at me sideways. "There is a woman here."
I guffawed. "Come ON, Lucas. It's some sort of slang isn't it? I pointed at his crotch. He turned slightly red. S_'s voice cut in, backing me up.
"She's a guy, Lucas. One of the guys, let's go."
He motioned at his zipper. "The tip."
"Dick tip!" I said.
Lucas nodded.
I shrugged. S_ nodded, the tension and the buildup immediately vanishing. "No big deal," said S_. I grinned. "It's always slang for male equipment with you guys." I shook my head. Enrique just stood by this whole time, listening. I smiled at him and nudged him, then turned back to the counter and started slicing up the green olives for my beloved salad that was going away.
Replies: 4 comments
Hence the joke of the Australian male being compared to a hog.
He eats roots shoots and leaves.
:-)
Posted by Marc (aka driftwolf) @ 06/04/2002 05:09 AM PTZ
"Let's root, root, root for the hooooome teeeeeaaam..."
Posted by Kymm @ 04/02/2002 03:53 PM PTZ
Thanks for telling me that Amanda! I love hearing how slang works on different continents! And you have a journal! OO! Distractions! =)
Posted by SlaveGirl @ 03/19/2002 03:39 PM PTZ
In Australian slang, root is of a similar bent. It translates to something akin to the UK "bonk". It more describes the act than the tool.
Posted by Amanda Page @ 03/17/2002 04:02 PM PTZ
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