Good Times

Tiffany repeated her order, “Can I get a Pinata Colada?” I shook my head as our waitress opened a refreshing bottle of Corona. “Sorry?” The waitress seemed confused as she handed the bottle to me. “I want a Pinata Colada,” Tiffany tried to pronounce every syllable as if the waitress was deaf. I tried to tell my girlfriend the oh so disappointing news.“It probably doesn’t exist here.” I said.“What do you mean?” Tiffany insisted. “You know…It’s the Spanish drink with pineapples!” “Oh! It’s called ‘Pina Colada’, not ‘Pinata Colada’,” I said, bringing the cool bottle of beer closer to my mouth. I looked ahead to watch the fading sun on a late afternoon.

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