no licencia
Earlier tonight on my usual run for tea at Fantasia, I had an unfortunate yet amsuing circumstance. I was waiting to turn out of the parking aisle, and an old hooptie backed into me. The whole family stepped out to face this debacle, because you know I'm so fierce! So here's the deal - no ingles, no licencia, no insurance (i don't know the insurance en espagnol)! Their faces of desperation had me feeling bad and luckily the damage was minimal. I will be callling for some cash and I hope to get it. They plead that they would pay in cash in lieu of reporting (for good reason, i'm sure). exbf says I'm too nice and shoulda called the popo but I would really feel evil for sending Papa home to Mexico for scratching up my car. Seriously!