A man arrived at a certain restaurant at dinner time. The waiter, diligently, offered him the menu, but the customer refused it. He took the cutlery that was on the table - spoon, knife and fork, brought them to his nose and sniffed them for a moment. Then he said to the surprised waiter:
"For lunch you served chicken broth, pork tenderloin in apple sauce, and rice pudding for dessert. I would like to have the same for dinner."
The waiter went to the kitchen and said angrily to the woman in charge of washing the dishes and cutlery:
"It's your fault that I've just been very embarrassed, Cuca. A man came, and just by smelling the spoon, the knife and the fork he knew what we served at today's meal. That means you're not washing the cutlery properly."
"Of course I'm washing them well," she replied. "But anyway, it's a matter of washing them even better."
The next night the customer came again. The waiter, in a hurry, presented him with the already opened menu, but the gentleman refused to look at it anyway. He took the cutlery again, smelled it and then said with a confident tone:
"For lunch today there was leek and potato soup, meatballs in chipotle sauce, and peaches in syrup for dessert. I want that same thing for my dinner."
There goes the waiter to the kitchen.
"Cuca!" he angrily told the woman. "You didn't pay attention to what I told you. That man came back; he smelled the cutlery and knew what we had for lunch that day, a sign that it wasn't washed properly. Why don't you pay more attention?"
She said, annoyed: "I remembered what you told me, and I washed the cutlery very well. I even used two detergents. But tomorrow I will wash them even better, in case the customer comes back."
The next day, punctually like an English train, the man arrived again. The waiter practically shoved the menu in his face. The same thing happened as on the previous occasions: the gentleman put the menu aside, took the cutlery, sniffed it and said immediately:
"Now they served tlalpeño broth, roasted lamb ribs, and jericalla for dessert. Bring me the same."
The waiter went into the kitchen in a rage. "Cuca, Cuca!" he exclaimed. "You're not doing your job properly, and I'm the one who's embarrassed out there! The man came for the third time, and just by smelling the cutlery he guessed again what we had for dinner. You're not washing them properly!"
Cuca responded furiously: "You and that guy have had enough of me! I'm washing the cutlery thoroughly, and I'm not going to tolerate this situation any longer. Look: if that man comes again tomorrow, let me know when you see him arrive. You'll see what I'm going to do to him." The waiter was frightened. He didn't want to even imagine what Cuca was going to do.
The next day, when she saw through the window that the customer was arriving at the restaurant, she hurried to the kitchen and said to Cuca: "Here comes that gentleman." The woman then took some cutlery, and without paying attention to the frightened waiter's presence, she wiped it betweenher sweaty arse cheeks. She then went to the table where the gentleman usually sat and placed it on it. The waiter, stunned, did not know how to react.
The customer came in and took his place. The waiter, desperate, put the menu in front of his eyes. Once again, the gentleman threw away the menu, took those cutlery, and to the horror of the waiter, he brought them to his nose and sniffed them. For a moment he thought. He sniffed them again, and then asked the waiter:
"Excuse me, does Cuca work here?"