Viva Mexico

I drove three Navy guys going to the USA-Mexico border who were planning on a night of drinking in Tijuana. They were in their 30s, and were reminiscing about the good old days of being in the Navy, before the wars came. One said: "When stationed overseas, we'd fuck hookers and drink to blackout every night, sleep late, play some basketball, and do it all over again. We'd go two weeks between musters."

When we got to the border one of them had an interesting observation.

Serviceman, looking across the border fence into Mexico: Are they open?

Several seconds of silence...

Me: Mexico?

Him: It looks kind of dark over there.

Me: I think Mexico is open 24 hours.

The fare was $38 and change; they gave me $45.