i am not entirely sure what made me think about this but, thought of it, i did anyway.
Back in the college days, when i still had no car or license to drive. (yes, i didn’t have the need for driving and didn’t get to it until my first year of college). i was always out and about with my buddy jonathan. Jonathan, had a nissan sentra (can’t remember the year) but it was relatively old but in good conditions. good as in good to go out drag-racing other cars.
one particular afternoon we were strolling, probably on our way to some hole-in-the-wall to have a few beers. this is ponce, Puerto Rico, it was hot, hence a cold beer was needed. we are in our way when we saw another sporty car, a possible racing contender, right.
we approach the other car, and it is obvious our intentions, or jonathan’s rather. the gentleman on the other car gets what we are trying to do, to which he yells at us,
sorry, i am working
and proceeds to show us his gun.
i cannot tell or remember the model, type of gun but to me, it was huge and reason enough to reply,
sorry, our bad, good luck
we drove away, to the hole-in-the-wall, and had a few beers in peace.
the end
