Goofy Gringo
So I'm inspecting this truck at a kind Hispanic woman’s house mid July and the poor woman didn’t speak a lick of English. Me being me tries to make small talk with her and I start fanning my face trying to signal how hot it is today. I think she misunderstood me because she became really agitated and began smelling her clothes and checking the bottom of her shoes. I tried pointing towards the sun but she must have interpreted that as armpit body odor when I lifted my arm ?? No more small talk unless they speak English.
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