Today I had lunch with my teen at the Mexican place across form the OOGCP. He ordered a veggie burrito and a Sprite; me, a quesadilla and a water. The sun was streaming into the windows, as we listened to a plaintive warbling man sing something about "mi corazon, mi vida," and we crunched on the free tortilla chips. I looked around the place, the decor, with lizards and sombreros, and serapes, and Mexican flags, and Aztec-ery, then looked back to our table. Next to a plastic-encased mini-menu, there was a card in bright bold colors. It read,"ENJOY JAMAICA!!!"
I laughed loudly, started coughing, and had to drink my water to recover.
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