Ask a Mexican: Where do Mexican gardeners throw away their clippings?

Dear Mexican: Why is it that every Mexican I know refuses to eat chocolate? My in-laws drink things I wouldn't clean my carburetor in. They fill their piñatas with every kind of hard candy — but no chocolate! I bring out a bag of M&Ms and everyone backs away to the far side of the bar. Mole doesn't count. It has chocolate, sure, but chocolate held in check by the chelating effects of a boiled chicken. I mean real chocolate. The kind that my wife turns up her chato nose at. I asked her about this on Valentines Day. (I had to give her some strawberry-something-or-other.) I put it to her that chocolate comes from Mexico, and yet no one in her family will go near it. Is there something you people haven't been telling us? And she does that whistling-at-the ceiling bit. She thinks she is being funny. She is messing with my mind, is what she is doing.

Have you noticed that Mexicans who refuse chocolate remain basically normal? A little slow to pick up the check in restaurants, but they are not drooling, bat-shit crazy. Meanwhile, white people — who named the Hershey Bar after the site of the world's first nuclear meltdown — are disintegrating into madness? Jan Brewer sightings are rampant in Arizona. Orly Taitz was on the ballot in California. All of this, as civilization hurtles toward the end of the Aztec calendar — the Aztecs, who invented chocolate and then vanished from the earth! Is it paranoia to speak of a coming Chocolate Apocalypse?
Concerned in colorad

Dear Gabacho: Last week while the Mexican spoke to a high school class, a student asked the following: "What would you rather confront — a horse-sized duck, or a hundred duck-sized horses?" It was a silly question, but it was okay for the student to ask it because he's a high-schooler (the answer I gave, by the way, was the horse-sized duck — you never want numbers to overwhelm you. Just ask the American Southwest, or those who defended the Alamo). Your query reminds me of that pregunta in its randomness, except without the charm, insight, or any sense whatsoever. Ever think your in-laws might be diabetic? Ever think that they won't eat American chocolate, which is essentially sugar colored in cacao? Do you know that the Mayas were making chocolate when the Aztecs were still living in the swamps? Chocolate is still huge in Mexico, but it's markedly more bitter, better, and largely made in artisanal batches that vary in taste from region to region; even the biggest seller, Nestlé-owned Carlos V, is far better than anything you can get in the Estados Jodidos. Kudos to you, though, for working in "chelating" into your question, although the only part most Mexicans will get is the chela part.

Dear Mexican: I commute a lot in the Los Angeles area and see many Mexican gardeners with trucks filled to impossible heights with piled up shrubbery, tree clippings and the like — but where are they taking all this refuse? I have several theories: that they are either driving around all day letting a branch drop one at a time until the truck bed is empty; that they are scouting dumpsters all over town that they can illegally dump their refuse into them at night; or, that the piles of greenery are actually hiding a newly smuggled batch of illegals. Your feedback most appreciated.
Mulch man

Dear Gabacho: No, we hide our illegals in fake trunks and scout dumpsters to toss in concrete. And those gardeners are taking their clippings to a place called the "municipal dump," which I hear has the same address as your brain.

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