in a lunatic we trust

This story is about when confidence devolves to over-confidence,

Dad is working on the computer this time I sense something different. Ok, what hare-brain idea now?

“Working on my resume, it’s part what you’ve done, part showing you how qualified you are. ‘Proven track record of success….’” STOP, WHAT, YOU? Yeah, we’ve been down here for three years and we’re still alive. That good enough for you boss?”

That’s Dad’s hija my Hermana Americana and her boyfriend. “Ya Camille, come on down for Navidad. I’ll give you the inside scoop on this fantastic city.” That’s Medellin’s Autopista, the main expressway.  Ever try to cross a 4-lane highway each way cars going 60-mph?  Good if you survive the southbound lane, you can regain your wits at median then tackle the northbound.

Camille said, “Remind me how did you get us into the mess?” Well the The Local (Dad) took wrong exit outta the subway now we’re in a pickle. “Kids, 30-minutes to retrace our steps. Too exhausting, let’s just cross the Autopista right here. Traffic’s not that bad. Consider this a challenge, I’ve done this before.”

STOP DAD! No you haven’t.

You used to be smart, clever but lately you’ve devolved into a bombastic idiot. Camille here comes another white lie meant to engender trust. “If the cars get near ya just hold your hand out, look them in eye, they’ll slow down trust me.”

Sorry, you just lost our trust.

Dad’s strategy, execution wasn’t received well. But we really didn’t have a choice, didn’t know the landscape. Nervy, but the artful dodgers made it.