She wasn’t impressed and just said, “K, so?”
Halopenos.
Me (hiding a bag of tortilla chips): There's been a misunderstanding.
A Pace Making Pace Makered Peso Maker.
It’s a nice change of Pace
I was just taking a dip in the sea
The labels all read "break in queso emergency".
So I told her to pick up the Pace
peak-o de guy-o
So I said 'makes sense. It must smell of tomatoes.'
She didn't laugh.
He told me to pick up the Pace.
You know, Salsa Distancing.
My dad and I go up to the cash register at a clothing store to pay for some shorts. My dad asks the cashier "Do you take chips?" (Credit card chip readers) Without hesitation the cashier goes "Yes sir and we have salsa to go with that" and holds up a fresh jar of salsa from behind the register
They are selling salsa and he sent me the flyer.
https://i.imgur.com/TRmu8ry.jpg
I replied that I think it’s very unfair and he’s going to get sick eating that much salsa.
And he sits down and has a nice, filling dinner. After dinner he gives the waiter his credit card to pay. The waiter returns soon after and says to the man "I'm sorry sir, your card won't work because it has a chip in it and our machine is out of salsa."
We were eating taco salad, and I asked my five-year-old son if he wanted sour cream. He said, "Salsa first." So I did. He said, "No, put some salsa on my taco salad."
I am at the salsa bar at Rubio's (here is what it looks like if you don't know http://www.urbanspoon.com/rph/56/611245/130623/fresno-rubio-s-fresh-mexican-grill-salsa-bar-lemons-limes-peppers-photo). There is a teenage girl there getting salsa as well. We keep getting in each other's way as we are going back and forth across the bar getting cups, then filling the cups, then getting lids and so forth. After we go around each other about 4-5 times. I stopped, looked at her and said, "Did we just salsa dance?" The look on her face had to have been complete shock at my hilarity, or utter disgust, maybe both.
me and my friend are in my basement having chips and salsa and cheese. my friend spills some cheese on our carpet and my dad walking by, without skipping a beat, says, "That is not o-queso"
My fiance and I took our first dance class today...
Instructor: "Ok, we're going to start with the basics of the salsa"
Me: "Alright, I'll grab the tomatoes."
I had to run a couple of errands between then and now, so my memory might be a bit fuzzy, but I'll do best.
Friend 1: "Sarah"
Friend 2: "Shawn"
Future dad: "Sam"
Sarah: There is no good way to eat a taco. (There is a dismembered taco sitting on her plate.)
Shawn: I know, right? It's seriously the worst-designed food, like, ever.
Sarah: Back in [hometown], there's this restaurant that sells authentic Mexican tacos. There's no grease or anything, just chunks of chicken with guacamole and salsa and a bit of cheese on top, and it's SO GOOD. I really shouldn't even talk about them, it's just making me homesick.
Sam: You mean you shouldn't taco 'bout them?
A little background: we are eating Mexican food for dinner. Tostitoes and salsa are out on the table and my brother and I were snacking on them while waiting.
Mom (feeling the granite countertop): "oh no, there's a chip in the counter!"
Brother (holds out salsa): "here, I bet it'd go good with this"
A dad's in front of me with his teenage daughter buying school supplies. Goes to tap to pay and notices a sign "VISA does not tap."
Dad, loudly: "So, VISA does not tap, eh? VISA will salsa but it refuses to tap!"
Girl, obviously used to this: "Dad!"
Can still hear the dad as they leave, "Do you think VISA would do the merengue?"
Asked to take a photo of the sign and saw a knowing look on the teen clerk's face. I think he knew where this was going...
We're cleaning house today, and she was saying we needed to pick up the pace to get it all done today.
I immediately opened the fridge and handed her our jug of Pace salsa.
She told me to get back to work.
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