Well, today we were out shopping to find something to keep our water cold, as well as find a place to purchase our water.... Well, we found this place called La Sirena, and I found the only way I could get into it was to go in the salida, or the exit in our car. I did, got parked, and then this dude, this big dude knocked at our window before we got out of the car. Behind him was this ugly, large, giant dude with a large uzzi, or a large gun, or a Colt 45, or I don't know what kind of gun it was, but it was a long as a baseball bat. This guy was right behind this guy knocking at our window. We quickly rolled down the window and of course smiled. "What can we do for you officer?"
Our knees were shaking, wondering if the guy with the gun had itchy fingers, and if was really loaded. We didn't want to find out so we politely listened to the dude. He said that the next time we come to their market, we should not enter the exit, but we should enter the entrance. It was OK this time, but never again as long as he lives, as long as we live, and probably as long as you all live too.
It was sort of scary, wondering if he was there to enforce what the officer said to us. He did have a smile, but that might have been the smile that comes before the angry dude starts shooting up our car?
We learned another lesson today, never enter an exit. It was funny, cause at another store, right after that one, I found another exit, tried to enter, and the guy waved me off, and then I was sitting with incoming traffic, and everyone started to honk. I got my three daily honks in one short ten second period today. Bonnie thought we were going to be shot, crushed, ran into, and other things. But here we are at the end of the day, still alive, whole, and wondering if that guy's gun was loaded, but not wanting to find out
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