So, maybe you recall, perhaps you don’t, that mexi man that I told some of you about, who gets “lost in paradise” every time he talks with me…well, as I was leaving for lunch today, the mexican sleeze ball pulled up into our bank parking lot, and I was on my way home for lunch and he honks his horn a few times, to get my attention.  So, I stopped for a second (mind you, I hadn’t got in my car yet), and he gets out and this is what he says: (in a mexican accent) “It’s so good to see you. I was just thinking about you before I came here, and you know, you always brighten my day. I’m serious, whenever I see you it’s like you make the whole day better”

And, just to be polite, I say “Oh, thank you Armando” as I  bolt into my car and slam on the gas… yikes, I don’t want to get raped. And then, of course, on my way home I see his friend, Robert the black cowboy….I swear, these bank folk won’t leave me alone…

(p.s. I will write and post pictures of the concert when I have some more time)

…this is probably him…