With just 6 kilometers to our destination of Bernal, I abruptly swerved off the road. Jumping out of the car; shoes dangling from my feet, dashing towards the passenger side of the car, a slew of screeches, grunts and pathetic pleas escaped my mouth as I yanked my pants down [only somewhat hidden from traffic] between the front and back car doors.
‘GET AWAY’….’DON’T LISTEN’….PLEAAASE DON’T LOOK THIS WAY’…SAGE IS TRYING TO GET OUT OF THE CAR, SAGE STAY’!
I continued to scream, cry and laugh as poor Sam stood at less than an arm’s distance away blocking the dogs from fleeing onto the highway; experiencing the exorcism of yesterday’s taco stand lunch.
I wiped away the shame; literally and figuratively, pulled up my pants and insisted he enter through the driver’s side. The dogs looked on in shocked curiosity. It was an awkward 6 kilometer drive to Bernal; Sam breaking the ice by kindly ensuring me I didn’t have any evidence of the earlier event on the outside of my pants, as we exited the car.
Ok, check!....got that out of the way; a wee bit earlier than expected in our road trip.
Oh Mexico, there is never a dull moment.
