Last summer my family and I went on a cruise with multiple stops in big Mexico cities.
On our last stop in Mazatlan, my father was craving a churro (the long breaded sugary snack you see at the state fair). Because my father is that typical oblivious American that doesn’t realize that just like Taco Bell, the churro was an American invention, he couldn’t figure out why he couldn’t find the treat at the other two stops we had in Mexico. So Mazatlan was the final place to have what he called “A traditional Mexican churro”.
After lying out on the beach, we looked around a town square for about thirty minutes. Our whole family got a kick out of the fact he was so determined to find this churro, that he was going up to random street vendors and people asking for a “churro” and doing a long hand motion that signaled that the thing he was speaking about was supposed to go in his mouth.
With each stranger he asked, the looks of confusion and disdain grew. Eventually my family (besides my dad), grew tired of looking for the precious churro and told him to give up. He was actually very disappointed that he never found one.
When we got home, we talked about our trip with our live-in housekeeper. My dad brought up the story about the churros and she started to burst out into laughter. Eventually her laughter subsided to let me and my father in on a little secret. My father had been pronouncing the word “churro” incorrectly in the Spanish dialect and had actually been saying a word similar to one referring to a man’s, well, you know…
Along with the hand gestures he had been doing it was hysterical to our housekeeper, and we finally concluded why he was getting strange looks from the natives.
–Ryan, Big Money Speaker