Collared
Here in Cabo Pulmo our crime rate is in no danger of catching up with that other Cabo. Our peacefull sunset was interupted the other night with cries
for help. These cries came from a very brave and tiny lady who had just come upon a bandito in her home helping himself ot cash and other goodies.
The bandito, when confronted tried to pass himself off as a federal officer. The brave lady says, "No way, you don't even have a car!" This critique
of his acting ability, brings forth threats that were most vile. Brave husband now takes over and with the help of a neighbor, alerted by the
noise,the suspect is relieved of his loot. While waiting for the police, knowing that all actors love their picture taken, husband takes a mug shot
of sorts. (Years from now the grandchildren will ask, "Gram, who is the sullen looking guy amongst the Mexican pictures?".) With no tourist finger
printing kit on hand, they continue to wait for the police. As the police arrive, the sight of them, inspires our failed actor to change careers and
now becomes an athlete as he bolts into the brush. Now running through our sub-tropical thorn forest will cause any athlete, no matter how well
conditioned, to head for the local bar for a sip. All his cash apparently is back at the scene of the crime, (some days you can't steal enough for a
beer). The owner, being a good judge of folks, orders him out of his establishment. Now the brave neighbor spots our hero lurking around his place
and gives chase. (That is brave person number three, so, this guy is really bucking the odds.) Down the road and into the parking lot our athlete
treks and decides to change careers again and become a driver. His mistake is jumping into a much beloved truck of a local senora whose alarm, "He is
stealing my truck!",could be heard all the way to the other Cabo. This senora is also much beloved ,herself and is quickly supported by a
multi-cultured group who surround the truck. Our driver does not start the truck as the traffic seems a little heavy. He surrenders the keys.
Again,the wait for the police begins and the suggestion for practicing some fishing knots arises. A tie down strap is produced from the back of the
truck but our hero gets very agitated about anyone tying his hands. From the way he carries on with threats and such he seems to be very protective
of his hands. Not doubt he needs them for his work. Sitting in the truck with the window down and hands well out of reach causes the neck option to
come into play. With the tie down strap correctly adjusted and other options whispered in his ear, he settles down a little. the calvary finally
arrives and he really calms down, even offering his hands for the bracelet placement. (He may have some experience here.) Off he went hopefully, to
the all inclusive "villa on de hill". This was the first collar of the year but is now available again "one size fits all".
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