Last Night

Last night, Sunday, I saw a man who was not only unfit for himself, he was also unfit to occupy the sidewalk on which he swayed. It was late, around 12:30 on what was now the crest of Monday. The man, well weathered, with a cap and a distinct smell of `muy burracho`. His desire seemed innocent, just get home before collapsing. Three of us were sitting contently, eating our street food on plastic seats, provided free of charge. (Actually, one was speaking to a Danish girl who desperately wanted to see our friend. But, our friend was not the least interested in seeing her... can someone say `crazy!`) The man stood towering over another of my friends for a while, staggering as he spoke nonsense to the chef. After a periods of minutes to use though certainly seconds to the drunkard, he left- walking in a Pong formation toward the next street corner. It was then that all at the dainty table had cause for gasp. Arriving at the corner, he pulled a key, unlocked a door, and proceed to enter his... his TAXI! Turned the `For Hire` sign to on, and proceeded to run the corner and smash into a trash bin.