Lesson #1: How to tell you’ve been an Accessory to Crime
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Sometimes it’s easy to figure this out incidentally just by conversation.
Ruffian: (enthusiastically) Ay! Ay! Padna!
Me: (I look up decidedly less enthusiastically) Ay. What going on?
The Ruffian is in his twenties - the kind of guy who has many aliases but no name. He is walking towards me but is still a ways off and is flagging down taxis that pass by. He is selling something from the bucket he is toting. However, the two taxis he succeeds in stopping aren’t interested and drive off. He finally approaches me with the bucket.
Ruffian: Yeah, is the last bottle ah have here.
He pulls out a Blue Mountain water bottle that contains a murky liquid.
Ruffian: $7
Me: Daiz ok, ah go drink water home.
Ruffian: Nah, nah is coconut water - the last bottle.
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| Chenet |
It looks like coconut water, and I hold back from expressing the obvious hygeine concerns.
Me: Ok.
I grudgingly hand over my $7.
Me: I thought it was chenet yuh was selling again. Dem chenet was real sweet dread.
Ruffian: Nah boy. Yuh see the woman come home and ketch we and start to get on for she tree and ting. Then she call the police for we and they wanted to lock we up and all kinna ting. So I tell she sorry and I didn’t mean no disrespect.
Should I go surrender now or get an injunction?
