Ow, that hurts.

I learned a new Cuban phrase recently.

A couple of weeks ago, R came into my office.

"I have to talk to you. I just got a pau-pau from our boss." (I may be spelling this wrong.)

"A what? What's a pau-pau."

He thought about it for a moment and said, "It's kind of a light spanking. Not too hard, but just enough to know you were bad."

A pau-pau.  Hmmm...I filed that away.

Today I opened up my Yahoo account and found an email containing a pau-pau from my friend S.

"I thought about you this weekend. It was because you never call and I never get to talk to you."

Pau-pau.  Ouch.

S lives in Canada, so it's not like we can get together for coffee or drinks whenever we want. I wish we could hang out, because he's funny and intelligent; I really like him. But we have to settle for phone and email.

So I called him on my way home. More than an hour ago.

S, the phone is sitting right next to me.