Thinking Disabled

So I was at Sambil yesterday. Don't you hate it when there's no space at all in the parking lot, yet there's that disabled space where nobody ever parks? I'll tell you why it's always empty. There aren't many crippled in Venezuela, and the ones that are don't drive. Venezuelan's are too lazy to be arsed to. So I was thinking, perhaps we can take advantage of that open space on those crowded days (that would be every day, there's no other place in Valencia to go to). Always keep a cane in your car, so that when you park there you get down on your cane and walk slowly, look a bit grumpy and there you go. You've taken advantage of that space. Once you're in the mall you can put your cane away and go about with your business. It's a brilliant idea! And the security don't care enough to do anything about it if they find out you really aren't crippled.

You can't underestimate the power of influences. Lately, Tiny and Rodrigo have been hanging out and Calabria and I have been hanging out. We got together yesterday at Carrillo's goodbye party. As it turns out, Rodrigo was boring and staying stupid things (influenced by Tiny) and Calabria was being extremely mean (influenced by me). Tiny suggested that we perhaps should change partners so we could all influence each other... on second thought, I'd rather not.

In that same party, we're talking about our upcoming trip to Florida, and Tiny asks "how are you going?" I answered "we're swimming, pajuo." What kind of a question is that? What, now we're Cuban?

Calabria and I were having something to eat at Papis, and we're talking about whatever, and all of a sudden we shut up for a couple of seconds. During that pause, this woman sitting behind us yells "eco, guevon!" Perhaps it was Tiny reincarnated in a female form?