Loading ...I get picked up at the airport anticipating a nice trip to western Belize. As we are going by the federal prison, the driver pulls out to pass a bus. As we are passing the bus, another bus is coming from the opposite direction. The driver continues on as if we are on a six lane highway in the USA rather than a narrow unmarked road. We are too close to the bus to open the door and bail so I grabbed the bottom of the seat to brace for impact. At that moment, both busses stopped at their respective bus stops to load/unload passengers and we want comfortably between. As I was about to exhale, the driver said, “after I left the house, the master cylinder quit working.” I had a death grip on the seat frame the rest of the way to the border!
Seems some things never change.
Anyone know the official process if Hillary wakes up dead?
rno