Last Monday I rented a seven passenger van to pick up VIP cargo in Miami Beach: my Mom, Granny, and two of my aunts. They were visiting from Colombia and had just arrived from a three day cruise around the Bahamas. I had to drive five endless hours listening to the tune, “Are we there yet?” sung by my son every five minutes.
The moment these women boarded the van, it turned into a chicken coop talking non-stop all at the same time. We spent the night at the Cadillac Marriot and enjoyed the ocean view without knowing that, the next morning, we would have an unfortunate encounter with a very dangerous species of blood sucking parasites, and I am not referring to the Zika mosquitoes. Continue reading “Towing Victims in Miami”
Good crazy woman 