"Do you see those cars braking up there?" I ask The Mateo, pointing.
"Where?" he drawls.
"Brake! Brake!" I gasp.
Like twenty minutes later, he brakes. Shockingly, there's no accident. I'd like to think that all my pointing, gasping and imaginary brake pumping have averted many an accident. He'd say that my co-piloting has caused many near misses.
I'm recovering from hyper-ventilating when The Mateo says:
"Don't you know that I have the eyes of a warrior?"
It's really not fair that he can make me laugh when I want to be mad. It's really not.