Ven Aqui Rapido

In an insanely good mood, I hop into the car from church being sure to close the door quickly to avoid the tall dorky guy who, once again, is following me like he wants to say something. No wonder he's still single. He's probably got no game at all, and is literally following me to my car in hopes that I'll turn around and notice. 

The minute I shut the door I key the ignition, and reggaeton starts blaring, drowning out the 4x4 time of In the Cross we finished singing 4 minutes prior. I exhale loudly to myself and can't stop grinning. I take a swig of the now warm Red Bull still in my cup holder and back out, singing along in what probably sounds like a mix of Spanglish and retard. 

I listen to Llamada de Emergencia at least 6 times. On Repeat.

After getting another Latte from a drive through, I hand over all the change from my purse and car door to the homeless guy on the corner. I roll down the passenger window and drop it in his hands. I figure he won't mind its overwhelmingly pennies. "Its all the cash I got!" I say, and roll my window back up. 

It's true. I don't carry cash. 

I bounce along singing "Ven aqui rapido, ven aqui rapidooooooo" as loud as I can on the way home.

I guess its a pretty good day!