Second Thoughts: A chance to get away
"You need camera," said the dark-skinned man striding along the Mazatlan beach, swinging a beer bottle by its long neck.
"Where are you from?" he asked. "Canada?"
I said I was from the U.S. That seemed to cinch it for him.
"You need camera," he declared firmly, marching off without waiting for a response.
This stranger's comments weren't as intrusive as they might sound.