You're walking through the streets of Mexico City, in a hurry. You carry grocery bags, and the weather is closing in and you don't want to get wet, hence your rush.

When you went to turn the corner, a tall stranger with black hair and a beanie on his head bumped into you, the man also in a hurry. But he manages to say to you simple, but thick words:

"Pendeja."

The man mutters irritably, cursing you in Spanish.