“Do I like your name, Senorita Emma?  Si, me gusta muy mucho!”  Pedro said with fervor.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=75565.msg3329980#msg3329980">Quote from: Emma on July 20, 2010, 09:43:25 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Don't tell me, Pedro, you are one of those crazy miners trying to strike it rich, are you?   One who slaves all day trying to find gold and only comes out with a few pesos?  My heart just goes out to you boys, working all day and nothing to come home to.  It must be very lonely."  </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Over dramatically, Pedro played along, “Si, Senorita Emma.  I work like a dog all day long in the hot sun.”  He took off his sombrero and placed the oversized hat over his heart and looked deeply into Emma’s eyes.  When he removed his sombrero, the newly liberated smelly Mexican odors began to disperse and fill the saloon.<br/><br/>When she placed her hand on his knee, he overlapped his grimy Mexican paw of a hand over hers.  “Si, Senorita, it is sooo veery lonely.”  Pedro cooed, trying to drum up as much sympathy as he could.<br/><br/>“Every day, for hours and hours, I dig and I dig, and all I have to show for it is dis teeny tiny leetle nugget.”  Pedro reaches into a pocket and sets down a ½ ounce gold nugget on the table, easily worth ten dollars.  Pedro had luckily found the nugget while splashing around and fishing for dinner in a creek near his mine.  He kept it in his pocket, refusing to sell it.  He told Emma it was his good luck charm.<br/><br/>“But dat’s eenuf of dat.” Pedro said just before he took a big swig of whiskey, his bottle halfway gone along with all of his inhibitions and most of his English.<br/><br/>“Joo wanna dance wif me, Senorita!?” Pedro asked Emma as the piano player started a new tune.<br/>