Yesterday I walked in a construction zone. And by in, I literally mean through. I was walking to pick up a Brita that I convinced a girl online to sell me (she said I sounded like I wanted it the most), and all of a sudden I was walking on non-sidewalk. I thought to myself, well hello 3rd world, as I’ve been waiting to see why Argentina was labeled as such. I sort of weaved through gravel and dirt for a block, before realizing: I am in a construction zone. There may or may not have been a machine there. I looked to the left and there it was: That construction tape that bars you from walking inside the area. I was on the wrong side of the tape.
Seriously. I need better Spanish.
HAHA!!! I live for your posts Nora. These ones usually make my day and yes, you just did it once again. Glad you made it through safely without your hardhat.
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