I finished teaching this evening and asked Jose if he would like to go to Hothead Burrito for supper – of course, this met with a resounding, “yes!”
On the way, Jose commented that he needed to get his hair cut. I suggested that since it was a little before 8:00pm, the styling salon next to where were heading for supper might be open. And it was.
A tall, voluptuous blond, resembling the lovely Kristen Chenoweth, came to the counter to take Jose’s information. She was adorable.
Jose returned to where we were seated in the waiting room while the steaming stylist went to sweep up her area. Jose looked at me and said, “Wow! She’s nice. But she is pretty old for me.”
“Well,” I said, “maybe she is a coyote.”
Jose looked at me, puzzled, and asked me what I said. I repeated it.
And then, I knew I had screwed up. Jose began to explode with laughter… “You mean, COUGAR! Not coyote.”
Yes… that was the term I had heard before… cougar.
Why is it that we parents… ah… never mind…