In Mexico, supermarket grocery baggers are usually elementary school age kids or senior citizens—all working for just tips. Unless you buy a lot of groceries, you hand them whatever coins are in your change. It takes some getting used to at first and when you forget or pay with a card and find yourself with no change it’s awkward. Yesterday at a Whole Foods in Tucson I instinctively started to give the twenty-something man who bagged my greens and almond milk a tip of thirty-seven cents.

So I suppose I’m getting used to it.

Covered in day old sunscreen and a smidgen of fresh puppy spit, I want to remind everyone ice water is delicious. It’s almost June.