“This is Jose’. He had a little bit too much to drink and he fell-”
“How do you know he had too much to drink?”
“Have you been in the room? I can still smell him from here. Anyways, he tripped over the carp-”
“Did he tell you that he had too much to drink?”
“He isn’t here because he is drunk. He’s here because of the big gash on his-”
“So he isn’t drunk, and you are just judging him because he is Mexican?”
“Actually, he is from Guatemala, but when he tripped, he fell forward and-”
“Where do you want me to sign?”
“Right here,” I point to the appropriate spot.
“Good. You can go now” comes the reply, as she walks into the room. “Good morning, sir. What happened?”
“I got drunk then tripped over some loose carpet in my house.”
I can’t resist. I stick my head behind the curtain.
“Told ya so.”