American Tourist in Mexico Can’t Decide if Ordering “Three Beers” or “Tres Beers”

grumpy_middle_aged_man_in_mexico_sombrero_hat_cg1p61719280c_thPLAYA DEL CARMEN, MX – There was a stirring conflict within 49-year-old Leonard Fiedorowicz of Dubuque, Iowa as he sat down at the bar inside of Roberto’s Cantina.

The top of his mouth was so damn dry it felt like he had just eaten a box of cotton balls. He needed a drink badly. As if this wasn’t stressful enough, Leonard’s wife and son requested him to order each of them a beer to bring back to the table.

God dammit. I was already worried about ordering one drink in Mexican. I figured saying “beer” a few times would be fine. Now these fucks want me to string together multiple words and order three beers? Fuck me.

“For you señor?” asked Esteban the bartender.

Alright Leonard, take a deep breath and think back to 4th grade Spanish. Uno.. Dos.. Tres. Yes! Brain blast! Tres means three! He’ll definitely be impressed with my Mexican now!

“Tres beers please.” blurted out Fiedorowicz proudly as if his son had just won the Daytona 500.

“Si.” replied Esteban as he wondered to himself for the hundredth time that day how a guy with this low of an IQ somehow made enough money in the U.S. to afford a week long international vacation.

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