Scene: A cozy kitchen in Seville. The two friends are having coffee and cleaning up after breakfast.
Carmen (snatching the broom from Lucía):
¡Oye! Ten cuidado, mujer. You just swept right near my feet!
Lucía (laughing):
And what? You think you’re going to stay single forever now? Come on, Carmen, you’re not seriously still holding on to that old wives’ tale?
Carmen (crossing herself dramatically):
Not just holding on — protecting myself! Everyone knows if a broom touches your feet while you’re single, you’ll never get married. It’s basic survival in Andalucía.
Lucía (smirking):
You act like the broom is some kind of anti-love weapon. Next thing you’ll be telling me garlic keeps away bad dates.
Carmen:
Garlic keeps away vampires and bad breath. Totally different.
Lucía:
Okay, but explain this to me, detective Carmen: if the broom thing were real, wouldn’t every janitor in Spain be doomed to eternal singleness? I mean, they sweep all day. What if they accidentally sweep someone’s feet?
Carmen (sipping coffee, unconvinced):
It’s not just any sweeping — it has to be careless sweeping. The kind that shows disrespect to destiny. It’s like… the broom is symbolic. It sweeps away your chances of love!
Lucía (raising an eyebrow):
Symbolic? So if I use a vacuum cleaner, am I safe?
Carmen:
Vacuum cleaners don’t count. Too modern. The universe hasn’t updated the rules for those yet.
Lucía (laughing):
Then maybe love should come with a user manual and firmware updates.
Carmen (grinning):
At least superstitions make life more exciting. You’re always so logical — where’s the fun in that?
Lucía:
I find logic very fun, thank you. Like, statistically, plenty of people have had their feet swept and still gotten married. I’m sure we could do a survey. You, me, broom, data!
Carmen:
You and your data. I don’t need numbers to know I’m not taking any risks. Remember my cousin Loli? Her feet got swept at a party. Still single. Coincidence? I think not.
Lucía:
Carmen, Loli also insists on bringing her parrot to every date. I think there are other factors at play.
Carmen (snorting):
Well, Paco is a bit judgmental…
Lucía:
My point exactly. You’re giving brooms too much credit. Relationships are about communication, trust, compatibility — not the bristle direction of a cleaning tool!
Carmen (sighing):
You know, maybe you’re right. But would it kill you to just not sweep near my feet? I mean, for peace of mind?
Lucía (mock-serious):
Only if you agree not to throw salt over your shoulder in my lab again. I’m still finding grains in the microscope.
Carmen (grinning):
Deal. But if I’m still single in five years, I’m blaming that broom incident today.
Lucía:
Fine. And if you do get married, I get to sweep your feet at the wedding — twice.
Carmen (laughing):
Only if you promise to wear garlic earrings and bring Paco the parrot as a witness.
[They clink their coffee mugs and return to cleaning, one with careful steps around the broom, the other with a mischievous glint in her eye.]
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