Today on the way to work, we came up to a stoplight that was just about to turn red... you know, one of those do-I-slam-on-the-breaks-or-do-I-go-for-it ones. José slammed on breaks, which surprised me (drivers here typically go-for-it all day every day). He then explained, "If just me, I go. But wif you in car, I no go." Which I thought was really endearing, you know, how he thinks I'm precious cargo... but then he motioned handcuffs being put on his wrists and said "The American Embassy? They come after me! Me? Go to jail." because hurting an American is a very bad thing. Because we Americans are born with "how you say... privilegio."
Glad you care so much about my well-being, José... wait.
Ahahaaa.... :]
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