Tony, usually confused and always inappropriate, just stumbled in the room. “Is that all that you are going to wear today?”

A bit defensive, I replied, “What’s wrong with it?”

“You gotta be flashy, baby. It’s the 5th of Cinco. Don’t you own a sombrero or something?”

“Did you just say the 5th of Cinco?”

“Yeah, you know, the day to go out and get drunk on Mexican beer at reduced prices.”

“Tony, have you ever thought about running for President?”