Photo by Michel; Rendered in Black and White by Me Without His Permission
While I was bent over looking for that one, another fell out of the leg of my pants. A Mexican gentleman next to me picked that one up, gave it to me, and before helping me with my search for the first one, announced in a loud voice to the people around us, “Be careful. Be careful. This man has dropped a doobie.” All of this took place just beyond the security people at the gate. More Mexicans joined the search. Come to think of it, I believe that it was right there at that point that my general love for the Mexican people began to blossom.
There is the gist of the story, the events of which occurred a long time ago. There really is no reason to read more.