El Lechero (The Milkman)
My husband calls me multiple times per day from work. He calls on his break time, at lunch time, and then before he leaves to come home. He’s done this our entire marriage. As a chica who values her space, sometimes I’ve become annoyed because I felt he was being controlling but he insists he just misses me, and so I’ve grown accustomed to it. At this point, if he doesn’t call me for some reason, I become worried that something has happened to him.
Well, my husband has been working at the new job for a month now and the Mexican guys he works with have become comfortable enough with him to give him a hard time. They’ve noticed his phone habits and now they tease him. While we’re on the phone, his co-workers do lewd things with bananas from their lunch boxes. Then when he gets off the phone with me they ask him, “So, how is your woman? Is the lechero doing a good job with her?” (They think he is checking on me for macho reasons, so they like to insinuate that I’m not faithful in the hopes of getting him a bit riled up, I guess.)
Yesterday, the littlest guy in the group, Marcos, decided to tell a joke which he dedicated to Mr. López. I don’t know if he made it up or not. Here it is:
There is a man who is unemployed and his wife is complaining to him that he needs to find work. She nags him all morning to hurry up and get dressed and go job hunting. She pushes him out the door with a quick kiss on the cheek saying, “Good luck, my love! … Remember, don’t come back until you’ve found work.”
So the husband leaves but shortly the doorbell rings and another man arrives. The woman begins kissing him passionately as soon as he comes in the door. They go to the bedroom, but then the doorbell rings again.
“Hurry!” she says, “Go hide up on the top of the canopy of the bed and don’t come down until I say so.”
So the man climbs up to the top of the bed and hides.
Another man is at the door. He comes in and the woman begins kissing him passionately, too. They come into the bedroom but soon they hear the front door opening.
“Quick!” she says, “Go hide under the bed and don’t come out until I say so.”
So the second man crawls under the bed and hides just in time before the husband comes in.
“What are you doing home so soon?” the wife says. “I told you not to come back until you found work!”
The husband comes into the bedroom, throws his keys on the table and takes off his jacket. “I looked everywhere already. There’s no work out there.”
The wife begins to nag him, “But how will we pay the rent and all our bills? We don’t have enough money!”
The husband hugs his wife and reassures her, “Don’t worry, The Big Man Upstairs will take care of it.”
The man on top of the bed speaks up, “Hey! If I have to help with the bills, the guy under the bed has to chip in, too!”