[My office, Manhattan, Wednesday]
CO-WORKER [speaking in the manner of a long-suffering New York native who has kindly and patiently endured hours of a certain blogger's anti-New York/anti-New Yorker rants over the past eighteen months]: You must be really excited to go to Mexico, huh? Just think, a whole week away from New Yorkers!
[Plane-side tarmac, Cancun, Thursday]
MEXICAN AIRLINE WORKER [speaking in the manner of someone who is amazed at the idiots he must sometimes deal with, no matter how often it happens]: Señor, please. You cannot smoke here.
FAT MAN IN YANKEES SWEATSHIRT [lit cigarette in hand; speaking in the manner of someone unfamiliar with fundamental relationship between jet fuel and open flames]: Ha-ha, yeah, good one.
SECOND MEXICAN AIRLINE WORKER [approaching quickly; speaking in the manner of someone terrified for own life]: Señor, please! You must put that out immediately!
FMIYS [speaking in the manner of someone who has just been told that he will be forced to watch while these two airline workers gangbang his wife, and then score their performance Olympic ice-dancing style]: Are you fuckin' kidding me?
MAW [speaking in manner of someone who never thought his spoken English would need to extend to this level of detail in this particular situation]: Señor, please. I... Is very dangerous.
FMIYS [throwing cigarette to ground in disgust, leaving MAW and SMAW to extinguish it with their feet while he boards airline bus; speaking, to entire bus, in manner of someone whose belief in his own country's superiority is so spectacularly firm that God appearing in the form of a bald eagle and explaining otherwise would not be enough to persuade him otherwise]: Can you fuckin' believe this? It's a four hour flight and I can't even have a fuckin' smoke?
FAT MAN'S WIFE [speaking in the manner of someone dressed head-to-toe in pink, Juicy Couture velour, and clutching duty free bag containing 1,000 additional cigarettes]: It's fuckin' unbelievable.
[Poolside bar, Cancun, Friday]
MAN DRESSED FOR JERSEY SHORE AUDITION: So you guys liking it here so far?
MAN DRESSED FOR MELANOMA PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: Yeah, man. It's great.
MDFJSA: You try many of the restaurants yet?
MDFMPSA: Just the grill. You?
MDFJSA [looking sheepishly at girlfriend]: We tried that tapas place.
MDFMPSA: Oh yeah? How was it?
MDFJSA: It was pretty good, actually. [leaning in now, sotto voce] But make sure you order a lot. The portions are tiny.
[Poolside seating, Cancun, Saturday]
FAT MAN UNFORTUNATELY NOT IN YANKEES SWEATSHIRT [spotting a pool cleaning employee; turning to his friends]: Oh, hold on, you gotta meet this guy. He's a real riot. [Turning, now, in direction of pool cleaning employee.] Hey, Julio! [N.B. "Julio" here is pronounced with a hard J, as in "Julius Caesar," not with a Spanish J, as in "mojito"... or "Julio."] Julio! Hey, Julio!
FAT MAN'S FAT FRIEND [joining in, while pool cleaning employee continues cleaning pool, oblivious]: JULIO! Over here Julio!
FMUNIYS: C'mon, Julio! Julio!
POOL CLEANING EMPLOYEE, WHOSE NAME TAG, ON CLOSER INSPECTION, CLEARLY READS "CESAR" [looking up, at last, and rolling eyes]: Sì?
[Outside Penn Station, Manhattan, Wednesday]
CRAZY YELLING LADY CARRYING LARGE ASSORTMENT OF BAGS DOWN SIDEWALK: I'm in the road! Don't even try and tell me I'm not in the road! I'm in the road!