I keep a marocca in my car at all times. Its good humor on long car trips playing the marocca to the music. People drive by doing a double take.
Plus now with the rules on texting and driving... the marocca is about the only thing I can do while driving.
It was the summer of 99. I was in Newton in my oldsmobile. I had gone to Subway. I was on my way out with my 2 pepperoni rounds with cheese mayo and onion when I saw my old pal Brian Hearl. He said, "Storms coming."
It was one of those ominous black line of clouds kind of storms and it was coming fast.
So as I exit Subway, drops of rain start pelting the windshield. I see a hispanic gentleman walking.
I asked if he wanted a ride.
"No Habla Anglais"
"Do you want a ride? Rain is coming."
"No Habla Anglais"
"Do you want a ride?"
"No Habla Anglais"
Rain started really falling.
"DO YOU WANT A RIDE!"
"ok"
So he is pointing where to go and conveniently, "Livin la vida loca" came on. My new hispanic friend spotted my marocca. He grabbed it and started palying letting out a shrill, "AYE AYE AYE AYE AYE!" He continued to play and yell as I pulled into his driveway, by Emerson Hough school. He then gave me my marocca and hit his chest Goonies style,"JORGE." I replied,"Chuck" and saw him scamper into his house.
One just never knows what may happen when you have a marocca in your car.
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