However, as in most relationships, things are not always smooth sailing. We do argue, contrary to popular belief. We spend so much time together, our personalities kind of merge into one. So when I’m PMSing, so is he. In fact, just today we had quite a big blowout.
“I would like juicy cheeseburger. Let’s stop at that restaurant up ahead,” Alejandro suggested. This was, of course, out of the question. Do you know how many people are in a restaurant? Just waiting to cry my black tears of sorrow and goo? Do you know how mad they will be when Alejandro wakes them up? So I told him that we would not be stopping. If he was hungry, I would be happy to catch us some bunnies or wild turkeys. However, he wouldn’t let the cheeseburger go!
“No, Maya. I want my burger. We are going into that restaurant, and you will see that nothing will happen,”
“No! You can’t make me!” And I spat at him. He didn’t like it. He picked me up and started dragging me toward the restaurant. I cried and kicked at him, but he wouldn’t let me down! When we reached the restaurant doors, he had to shift me to open them. That is when I took me chance. Like a possum I went still and when his guard was lowered, I attacked like a desert snake. I bit his ear and almost got away when he grabbed my hair. We disappeared in a cloud of smoke and curse words. “Mommy! He’s calling me names!” I screamed.
About 5 minutes into the brawl, the store manager came out and sprayed us with a hose. Alejandro cursed him in our native tongue. That is when he called the police.
We managed to get away, but I think that restaurant is one more place that has our wanted picture. At least nobody died.