Last week we had a good friend in town and she had asked C. if she should be nervous about taking a taxi by herself in Cabo. (She’s a beautiful, young female. Relevant question, if you ask me.)
This is my husband’s immediate response with a straight face:
“The taxi will be fine. But just pack an extra pair of clothes in your purse and if the driver takes you down any dirt roads, just jump out of the moving cab and do the tuck and roll. Then, dust yourself off and put on your change of clothes.”
I love him.
He told her to jump out of a moving taxi, tuck herself up into a ball and just roll down the dessert landscape. Then, when she stops rolling: she was to simply brush herself off and change her clothes.
I’ll say it again: I love him.