For the uninitiated, Watts and Compton are about the most dangerous cities in USA. So dangerous that the guys cannot work there after 3pm because that's when the gangbangers wake up and start looking for something to shoot. A white man from out of town is considered a perfectly good target. I told MM he needs to look more inconspicuous. "Try to look less white! Don't walk like that! That's a white man walk! Wear your pants lower! Why are you tucking in your shirt?" It was hopeless. MM looked like a white guy failing to look like a brown guy.
Plan B. Whine. "Can't you send someone else to do it? Someone less racially challenged?"
No. MM can't send an employee somewhere where he wouldn't go himself. Stupid ethics.
Plan C. Go with MM to the work site. Protect him. Act all Hispanic. What? I can so do it! I've been to Mexico and they all think I'm related. Everybody spoke Spanish to me. All I could reply was, "Donde está el baño?" ("Where is the toilet?") Even my extremely rugged accent and out of context question didn't convince the Mexicans that I had no Español, I was that convincing. I can totally get all gangster on someone.
In my dreams.
I think Plan D is the best. Send C with him. She already dresses like a hobo so she can lie on the street in a sleeping bag with the other vagrants, and keep an eye on her dad. Call the cops if anything goes down. I'm sure with a bit of incentive, i.e. some more smelly old sweat pants, she'd be happy to do this.
Bobs yer Uncle.
(Pic of C, horrified that yet again, her mother has better taste in clothes than her.)