It’s A Me, José!

A woman runs into the store and doesn’t even look around. Instead, she runs straight up to the counter.

Customer: “Do you have that game? It sounds like a Mexican cleaner or something.”

Me: “A Mexi… what? No, I don’t think we have it.”

Customer: “I think it’s like Rosa, or Maria, or something? All the kids are playing it!”

Me: “I’m afraid I really don’t know what game you’re referring to. Maybe if—”

Customer: “Little fat guy, jumping up and down! My son really wants it!”

Me: “Uh… do you mean Mario?”

Customer: “That’s the one! Yes, one Maria, please.”

Me: “I can get you Mario, ma’am.”

Customer: “It’s not all in Spanish, is it? My son already learned too much from the housekeeper; I don’t want him to replace his English with it.”