I had Mexican for lunch today with Josh, whom I haven't seen since freshman year or so. It was a lot of fun. We spent most of the meal trying to figure out the logistics of smuggling.
While we were waiting for our food, a man came up to us with a slightly crazed look in his eye. "Servicios de caballeros?" I shrugged and half-raised my hands, which is the universal symbol for don't-ask-me-I-am-an-ignorant-white-devil.
Josh turned to me after the man walked away. "Did he just ask us for beers of the horsemen? Because I was about to be like no, we're out of those."
Sometimes it is very hard not to hate everyone on earth forever and ever and ever.