Three Things that make me...
.... shake my head in disbelief
-Combies passing while there is oncoming traffic...the oncoming traffic is assumed to make room for our car. This is especially exciting from the front seat view.
-The policeman stopping our taxi wanting to see my passport and asking if I was working in this country legally (yes Mr. policeman, I came to Peru and am currently on my way to illegally work in this rural farming community...I’m in it for the big bucks S$$).
-A guy on the street pouring a combie driver a glass of beer while he was in the driver’s seat waiting for passengers to get in the car.
.... passively aggressively say something, give mean looks or grunt
-throwing trash on the ground or out the car window
-kicking/beating dogs or other animals
-cat calls from 60+ year old men...cat calls in general.
...stare straight ahead and pretend that I didn’t just see that
wow, there are so many more than just three I can’t even pick
-A grown man wearing a High School Musical muscle T-shirt or carrying a bright pink Barbie backpack.
-Men who are distracted by the sight of a gringa, causing them to:
A. Drop the item that was in their hand
B. Run their shopping cart into a nearby display stand
C. Hurriedly list off their qualities before we are out of earshot (hmmm...makes 20 bucks a day, no kids, all their teeth...not bad...not bad at all)
-The baby in my house whose first word was teta (tit).
...glad I’m not in the states at the moment
-Watching documentaries about universal healthcare and how we don’t have it.
-The inability to restrain myself from calling people by nicknames such as fatty, short man, skinny or chino...using any of which would probably be considered offensive and could result in some rather unpleasant confrontations.