While gardening yesterday, I spent a long time chatting with several Hispanic workers that were repairing our roof. I can’t say for sure, since the landlord hired them, not us, but the likelihood of the workers being illegal is pretty high.
When I came inside to wash my hands, I looked in the bathroom mirror and realized that the whole time I talked with the roofers, I was wearing a cap that an agent on one of Mike’s alien smuggling cases had given him as a thank you gift.
It was a U.S. Border Patrol hat. Woops.