What a tight fuck. Depriving the poor old mother of an adult-size ice-cream.
Those dominicanas were lucky. When Robert invited me to lunch I ended up with a 21-peso herbal drink, had to pay for it myself, and only recouped the money from him after an eight-week campaign shaming him on ISOC, in which I was supported by the great and the good here. That guy has more sad little scams than any Dominican.
My caregiver is still waiting for the Christmas present he promised her. Probably a packet of chiclets. She says she is tired of waiting and is about to take decisive action. I don't know what she has in mind but I saw some of her cousins sharpening their machetes on the Malecón wall at the weekend.