A conversation at Chilean bodega about Mystery Doritos, which actually taste like a gross sweet/tangy/cheesy/sour mix of all kinds of Doritos. (What’s up, Frito Lay—too lazy to identify the flavor of your latest recipe?)
Erin (in very poor Spanish): Do potato chips you have?
Counter lady (in very rapid, annoyed Spanish): spanishspanishgarblegarblegarble No.
Erin (still in poor Spanish):  Are not those Doritos?
Counter Lady: Dos mil pesos.
Erin: Ok, but what kind they are?
Counter Lady: (Shrug.) Misterio.

A conversation at Chilean bodega about Mystery Doritos, which actually taste like a gross sweet/tangy/cheesy/sour mix of all kinds of Doritos. (What’s up, Frito Lay—too lazy to identify the flavor of your latest recipe?)

Erin (in very poor Spanish): Do potato chips you have?

Counter lady (in very rapid, annoyed Spanish): spanishspanishgarblegarblegarble No.

Erin (still in poor Spanish):  Are not those Doritos?

Counter Lady: Dos mil pesos.

Erin: Ok, but what kind they are?

Counter Lady: (Shrug.) Misterio.