The School Trial Over My Stolen Traveler’s Checks
Outrage in Andalusia
The Dean of the school looked like Tony Soprano, in his sports jacket, his male pattern baldness, and his sweaty forehead. My roommate sat down at the defendant’s table with his girlfriend, and I sat at the plaintiff’s table. The dean lit a cigarette and spoke only Spanish. He told us that this is a very serious matter, and it is very upsetting that it had come to this.
“Vinnie Marino stole my traveler’s checks out of our room,” I started.
“You motherfucking asshole, you really think I need money, my shoelaces cost more than $200,” said Vinnie sneering and disgusted in his New Jersey accent.
Vinnie’s girlfriend pulled her big 80’s hair through a scrunchy and made a ponytail. She chomped her gum, looked over at me, and rolled her eyes.
The two of them had been wearing Tommy Hilfiger and Polo the whole semester that we spent in Seville, Spain. They always wore baggie shorts, no matter how cold it was. Vinnie often wore tank tops to reveal his bodybuilder biceps and pectoral muscles, but he was about five foot four inches tall.
I wore my three-button seersucker WilliWear jacket, my Big Star bell-bottom jeans, and Camper shoes.
