La Migra

I finally understood what he was yelling at me. He was upset, this Mexican dude in his big, black, macho truck with all his buddies, all of them sweaty and red-eyed and overweight and drunk.
I had committed the unpardonable sin of honking at him when he tried to bully his way into my lane in a narrow street in Vallarta.
He was idling next to me at a stop and yelling again
and this time I got it
U Wan Me To Call Immigration  HUH ?  U Wan Me To Call ?
And I realized that this sweaty faced and inebriated young Mexican most likely was one of the many millions of undocumented aliens in the USA for whom the greatest fear would be to be reported to immigration--La Migra--and who now suddenly had a chance to reciprocate ( I have California license plates ) , and he was not missing that chance. He was going to show this uppity Gringo that this was Mexico and he was Mexican and return the greatest fear....the immigration
The difference is that I am perfectly legal here. I spend a lot of time and a lot of money getting my visa once a year, so this was not a threat to me.
I did not laugh at him outright, that would have been a bad mistake I fear. I let him feel he had won the battle and go home and tell all his overweight and drunk buddies how he really, really told an old Gringo fart off.
I get to write a blog about it so it really ends up being a win-win situation.
Except that he really was a pig trying to force his way into my lane...