Love Potion Number 9 {girls, girls, girls}
Jan 8, 2012 22:53:37 GMT -5
Post by Panchito on Jan 8, 2012 22:53:37 GMT -5
There were not many turistas in the park today, which made it a dull day for girl-watching. Usually the place was full of pretty girls shopping, standing in lines or just strolling past, and even if you couldn't talk to them, you could at least look.
No such luck today, which meant boredom for Panchito. And boredom usually meant trouble.
As the rooster turned a corner, wondering what in the world he was going to do now, he came upon a tiny wooden stall not so different from all the other little shops selling souvenirs dotting the park.
Panchito scratched his feathered head, for he was pretty sure it hadn't been there when he passed this way an hour ago.
He tossed a friendly "Hola" to the man behind the counter, not intending to buy anything, when the sales clerk suddenly held up a small bottle. "Love potions for sale."
Now how in the world did this hombre know just what would capture Panchito's interest? The vacquero stopped in his tracks, one foot raised in the act of taking another step, and zipped back to the stand.
"Love potion?" he echoed. "What does this mean, senor?"
"Simply spray this on yourself, and no woman will be able to resist you. Any girl you wish will fall madly in love with you."
Panchito cast a disapproving eye on the little spray bottle. It looked like cologne, something the pretty-boys used. And yet...
"¿Cuánto cuesta? How much?"
"For you, only 2 pesos." Amazing! It was like he knew just what Panchito had in his pockets!
Panchito passed over the money, seized the bottle and dashed away, ignoring the man's shouted, "Don't you want to know the antidote?" What means 'antidote,' anyway?
He emerged in an open plaza, pretty well deserted just then. This looked like a good place to try the stuff out. After all, Panchito didn't want anybody to see him spraying on some namby-pamby cologne.
Holding his breath, the rooster covered himself from sombrero to spurs with a few quick spritzes.
No such luck today, which meant boredom for Panchito. And boredom usually meant trouble.
As the rooster turned a corner, wondering what in the world he was going to do now, he came upon a tiny wooden stall not so different from all the other little shops selling souvenirs dotting the park.
Panchito scratched his feathered head, for he was pretty sure it hadn't been there when he passed this way an hour ago.
He tossed a friendly "Hola" to the man behind the counter, not intending to buy anything, when the sales clerk suddenly held up a small bottle. "Love potions for sale."
Now how in the world did this hombre know just what would capture Panchito's interest? The vacquero stopped in his tracks, one foot raised in the act of taking another step, and zipped back to the stand.
"Love potion?" he echoed. "What does this mean, senor?"
"Simply spray this on yourself, and no woman will be able to resist you. Any girl you wish will fall madly in love with you."
Panchito cast a disapproving eye on the little spray bottle. It looked like cologne, something the pretty-boys used. And yet...
"¿Cuánto cuesta? How much?"
"For you, only 2 pesos." Amazing! It was like he knew just what Panchito had in his pockets!
Panchito passed over the money, seized the bottle and dashed away, ignoring the man's shouted, "Don't you want to know the antidote?" What means 'antidote,' anyway?
He emerged in an open plaza, pretty well deserted just then. This looked like a good place to try the stuff out. After all, Panchito didn't want anybody to see him spraying on some namby-pamby cologne.
Holding his breath, the rooster covered himself from sombrero to spurs with a few quick spritzes.