fdt
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Sobrecargo
La sobrecargo
El tipo sentado en el bar del aeropuerto de Los Angeles, observa a una
chica
bonita con uniforme pero sin insignia sentada cerca de él y
piensa:
¡Guao! Esta nena tiene que ser azafata. Pero, ¿de qué Línea Aérea
será?
Con la esperanza de buscarle conversación, se acerca y le dice un
eslogan
en Inglés: *- Love to fly and it shows...*
La muchacha lo mira confundida, y él se dice a sí mismo:
Esta no trabaja para Delta. Un rato después, recuerda otro slogan y
le
dice: *- Something Special in the air...? *
Ella le da otra confusa mirada y el tipo, en su
mente se dice: Tampoco como que es de American Airlines.
La próxima prueba: *- I Would really love to fly your friendly
skies...*
Esta vez la chica le contesta: Bueno, pendejo.... ¿qué chingados
quieres?
El hombre sonríe y le dice:
- Ahhh....¡Aerocalifornia!*
A well informed Baja California traveler is a smart Baja California traveler!
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oxxo
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Muchas gracias.  No hablo Espanol mui bueno, pero entiendo este en todo sin un dicionario.
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Oso
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Azafata
I've always thought of Sobrecargo as the assistant to the driver on a second class chicken bus, the guy who puts bicycles, bundles, pigs, etc. on top
and collects tickets.
"Azafata" as a term for stewardess has a very interesting modern history, recounted by my friend Ing. Arturo Ortega Moran. This was translated by un
servidor and posted on Baja.net three years ago. I'm reprinting it here just because...
By Ing. Arturo Ortega Moran:
(Translation by Oso)
There, where words live, is a place apart called "The corner of the archaisms". This is the retirement home for thrown-away words, those which only
wait to be totally forgotten in order to pass on to the cemetery of dead words. In this corner, with a long history about to end, was "azafata".
Among the Arab words that came to the Iberian Peninsula, "sáfat" was the name of a small basket in which women would place their perfumes and
toiletries. With the passage of time, the word was integrated into Castilian in the form of "azafate". In 1726, the azafate was defined as " a type of
small basket, plain woven of wicker strands, raised in the circumference in the form of four fingers netted within the same work. It is also made of
straw, gold, silver and varnish in the same form and manner."
To someone, long forgotten, it occurred that "azafata" would be a good name for the ladies who, in an azafate, carried the garments and jewelry of the
queen. In the Diccionario de Autoridades (1726), it says: "Azafata: a post of the royal house, served by a widow of nobility, who guards and keeps in
her power the jewelry and dresses of the queen, and who enters to awaken her with the head chambermaid and a lady of honor, carrying in an azafate,
the dress and other things that the queen will wear, which she hands to the head chambermaid as needed. She is called azafata for the azafate that she
carries and has in her hands while the queen dresses."
For centuries, queens came and queens went and azafatas remained with their azafate in hand. One fine day, it happened that the winds of democracy
began to blow and, bit by bit, dispersing the royal families, in some cases making them disappear and in others, turning them into simple "decorative
objects". The azafatas had to disappear and the word "azafata" soon found itself "unemployed". That is when, much to its chagrin, it had to retire to
"the corner of archaisms".
The luck of "azafata" changed one day in the year 1936. César Gómez Lucía, executive of a Spanish airline, upon seeing the ladies with tray in hand,
attending to the airline passengers, remembered the old story and called them "azafatas". That is how this word came back to life. Now, the future
looks bright for "azafata". It has left the "corner of archaisms" and with renewed enthusiasm has enlisted in the army of active words which promptly
answer the call of he who seeks to "give body" to an idea to say or write it.
Not many words can presume to know the year of their birth or the person who cradled them. Now, "azafata", with its new meaning, aside from being
"resuscitated", can be proud of being one of few words with a "birth certificate", or in this case "rebirth".
All my childhood I wanted to be older. Now I\'m older and this chitn sucks.
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