. . . because I couldn't find a decent cilice in my size.
Listening to this I forgot he was Chicano for awhile.
Fortunately, someone was there to translate . . .
At least he didn't lapse into the scatology that has been a part of street "Ebonics" since I was a kid.Reminds me of a GI buddy who saw a black couple window shopping in Frankfurt. He smiled and greeted them in "Negro dialect".The response in very formal, clipped British English was, "Oh, an American 'N-----'."
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