“Shatanuga”
It’s a long story (that I promise to get into once I get my laptop and have some free time) but the guy that recommended me to this job in Nashville is kind of a douchecanoe. I’ve known that from the beginning because when we worked together we ALWAYS butted heads. Anyway, so yeah, he’s a douche, but not only that, he’s also a douche that thinks he knows everything. We are both of Hispanic descent, but I’ve always been more Mexican rooted and embrace my “Mexicanness” (totally just made that word up) to the max, he claims he is only American. Whatevs, no biggie, IT’S NOT LIKE YOUR FIRST, MIDDLE AND LAST NAME ARE ALL IN SPANISH, DIPSHIT. AND BOTH YOUR PARENTS ARE FROM MEXICO CITY. (And honestly, if you saw him, there’s just no denying that kind of shit.) ANYWAY, his English isn’t always the greatest and because he refuses to admit that there’s so much Mexican culture in him, I find this shit amusing. So, when he refers to the city of Chattanooga, TN his (very Hispanic) ass says “Shat-a-nuga” yup, exactly how you read it, that’s how he says it. So I had a shit day at work today and honestly, I just didn’t want to come home, so I went out with him, another coworker and his wife. It was eh. To lighten up my mood and make the night a success, my goal was to get this fucker to say “Shatanuga” as many times as possible. He said it NINE times. Each time funnier than the last. I was so close to the ten, but I think he was on to me by the end of the night haha. So yeah, this is my life in Nashville. Shat-a-nuga!







