Neighbor’s gardener is here. I note with respect the safety precaution he has taken, seeing as the original lenses from his trailer’s tail lights are long gone, and it’s a good bet the lights don’t work anyway.
No, I’m serious. It wasn’t that many months ago that I was able to avoid – with perhaps two seconds’ notice – slamming into the back of a motorbike with no tail lights and no reflectors. This was on the main highway to Punta del Este, on a pitch black and rainy night. In general, people here – on the road or casually blocking an aisle or only exit from the supermarket – display a stunning lack of situational awareness.
But perhaps I could say that anywhere.
Yes, but the canine is making his intentions clear, tail and paw thoughtfully indicating direction he's heading, possibly a discarded burger wrapper in ditch, dried grease and cheese beckoning. Unlike waddling Mercuns larding the aisles with their shopping carts, ears glued to ubiquitous cellphones, oblivious to anything or anybody daring to cross their narcissistic pathway.