Semana 41: SEÑOR!!! SEÑOR!! He's gonna steal my ball
On P-day, my entire zone went to a bordering city named, Papantla to play some volleyball. I accidentally kicked the ball over the fence of the church building and because Papantla is filled with literal 60 degree angled hills, the volleyball started rolling down this massive hill. All of the zone was watching as it kept rolling and rolling down the hill. Suddenly this dude on a motorcycle stopped the ball, picked it up and put it in his motorcycle basket. Elder Fabbri, a gringo and owner of the ball, started freaking out and shouting in his very white spanglish, "SEÑOR SEÑOR SEÑOR, he's gonna steal my ball, SEÑOR!!" He angrily walked around throwing his hands up in the air saying that the man was definitely going to steal his ball. Welp, he didn't. The man returned the ball. All the Mexicans flamed him for being "racist" and jumping to conclusions, and the other Americans and I didn't defend him because we are chilangos bro. Jose the "Tesitgo"