Last night we had a big night out - pizza then off to a bar to watch Game 3 of the World Series. (We don't go out much these days so a restaurant AND a bar is a big deal). I spent as much time watching the game as I did watching the people, mostly tourists with a few locals sprinkled in. One couple sat between us and the TV and I assumed they were from the US because he had the typical American-man-on-vacation uniform: button down shirt & loose khaki pants. I made a couple comments about them, wondering where they were from, that sort of thing, when Ibis informed me he was probably a drug dealer.
Um, okay? Yes, apparently men from the various drug cartels dress like him and I should avoid making eye contact because he's probably carrying a gun. What? He's going to shoot me for accidentally looking at him? In the middle of a crowded bar? Then why did he sit underneath the largest TV in the place? And since when is he an expert on Mexican drug cartels anyways?
I laughed it off and continued watching the game, but I could not stop looking at them. Being told to ignore them made me want to stare and find out everything I could. Are they married? Are they on vacation? Is she with him for his drug money? He only caught me looking at him once and I pretended my contact was flipping inside out to make up for the social slip. I think he would've bought, too, it if I hadn't been wearing my glasses.
By the time they left I decided they're harmless and my husband needs to put a muzzle on his imagination. At least when it comes to drug dealers masquerading as tourists.