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The tourism council of Mexico would like to remind everyone that Mexico, unlike Minnesota, is not cold. As I drove in to work today, moving through the warped streets of St. Paul, I saw rise before me an enormous green truck. This truck, which announced its intentions by telling me to visit Mexico, had glass, or more likely plastic, panels on the sides. Inside was a beach scene with three people, two women, one man. The man used oil to massage one of the women, who was lying on the table. The other woman, in a small black bikini, danced for the amusement of the passers by. I wonder what she thought of herself. As I drove off, she was trying to adjust the bikini, so as not to pop out.

It’s fairly warm here, as Minnesota winters go. That being said, I don’t think that Mexico needs to remind me that it gets warmer the closer you are to the equator. Nor does it need a traveling bikini and oil massage bus to do this, unless they want to give me a massage. I doubt that’s in the guy’s contract: Must give massages to random pasty Midwesterners, happy endings not required. Mexico, if we have to bail your currency out again, I better not hear that it was because you blew your money on trucks full of dancing girls.

Update: Pictorial evidence that it was in Minneapolis the other day. Thank you random flicker user.