I'm up in Spokane visiting not-so-healthy relatives who are in the hospital. And while I'm gone, my brother in law texts me to say he saw a truck hit my acura on the street and drive off!
Then he told me who did it and who got out and I'll be....it was a fricking mexican!
So - since it was a hit and run - my Brother in Law saw them speed off - I don't have the license plate but I am going to do my homework when I get there - I know where they lived and I might see how well they pick up English when they meet Marianne - Marianne has a great ability to get people to talk. But not until after I report them for a hit-and-run. Then maybe cut a deal for a few hundred dollars to not report them to the police first and then do it anyways.
I really don't give a rats ass how hard things are in Mexico. Tired of your government? Have a revolution. My great-great (great great) grandfather did! But - tired of stupid wetbacks messing my life up? I bet I can get them to move in a month and be happy to do so.
