Hablando de lo que pica el gallo…formando un arroz con mango.
First and foremost, “La Chancleta” needs to be removed from all Cuban mothers and grandmothers. This is a weapon not footwear for these women. How is it that one can be so scared of a sandal? Growing up my brother and I used to fight and cause chaos worse than Fidel in my household. Now I don’t know about you, but things were broken and Abuelas were annoyed. Chime in the power of “La Chancleta” (usually made out hard plastic from the local dollar store). Once you heard “Me cago en tu madre” you ran faster towards your room than to the T.V. with the broken antenna to watch sesame street, you would forget to laugh that your mom had said “I shit on your mom” meaning HER. You knew what was about to happen: a beating, and usually a hard one due to the weapon of choice: La Chancleta.
Running through our hallway trying to avoid being caught, escaping the dreaded beating, we thought “Yes, I think we lost her. She’s not evening chasing us.” Pero Mami knew better. She knew how to throw a chancleta blindfolded and still be able to hit your culo. My brother and I thought we were invincible (champions even) as we turned the corner almost escaping the hit. That was until she would throw la chancleta and it would bounce from the wall to the back of your head almost as if la chancleta was a magnet to you. All you would hear is the hit and the laughter of Mami mumbling “you think you’re smart?”.
I wonder if the art of pitching a chancleta is inherited or passed down?