Sometimes, just sometimes, I wish my mother didn't raise me to know better....

These old Spanish women love to test my gangsta, I swear!

Everytime they push past me with the strength of 10,000 men, my instinct is to let them know what's really, really hood. [They have to know it's rude to push...right?]

Only thing that stops me is the apparition of my mother with a look on her face that says "What did you just do? I'm getting the belt. Let's see if you'll disrespect your elders again."

Dammit mom, dammit.