It looks like MexiMuffs are catching on to the appearance of my van in their neighborhood. This one chica must have been wondering why I was idling on the side of a busy highway outside the bus stops, with my van rhythmically swaying as if there were a stiff breeze. There was a stiff something, though. That I guarantee.
Look, if she doesn't want me slowly following her as she goes about her day, stop wearing tight shirts and having a greasy Mexican pompadour. Good luck turning me in to the cops. There's a reason my plate says "Licesonso applicado por" when I go on my sloppy seniorita safaris.
