El Centro California is a border town. I brought Becky and her pooch down to party; thought I could get lucky. She was no keeper. She fawned over her yip-yip dog called Pillow.
We ate good Mexican food and laughed over bottles of Tecate, while Pillow slept between our feet.As the sun begins to set, Becky panicked! “Oh my god, Pillow is gone!”
We called, but no Pillow. Not wanting remain after dark, we walked for the border entrance gate.
Nearing the gate we heard a shout behind us. “Senor, senorita, your Pillow!”
Becky was ecstatic; I was relieved.
We rushed to follow this decent looking fellow back into town.
We followed through dark alleys and it had gotten dark.Becky kept shouting “Pillow!”
“Yes, yes, right ahead, just a little further.”
Finally, I stopped him.“Where the hell is Pillow?”
“Just ahead senor; pillows and comfortable beds!
A US citizen goes south of the border for romance and beer.