I was working at a local restaurant and bar as a server and bartender. I had already accepted a teaching position in Colombia and was beginning to practice Spanish on my own and at the restaurant with some of the Spanish speaking kitchen staff.
One day, I was in the kitchen waiting for an order when my face turned red. I can’t remember the reason why, but the only thing you need to know as it relates to this story is that for most of my life, my entire head turns into a dark red tomato whenever I feel embarrassed in front of a bunch of people.
At any rate, Rosie from the grill looks at me and says, “¿Por qué te pones rojo?”.
I answer, “Porque estoy EMBARAZADO.”
