He's about five-foot three and a half on a good day, standing fully upright in cowboy boots. And on kind of the manly-male front, he answers the phone — I can say this I guess because you've done it here — he answers the phone, "Yo, motherfucker." He gives boring speeches about obscure bottles of wine, and on his 50th birthday he bought a convertible sports car — although, like a lot of men, he's impatient; he bought it on his 49th.
Mide cerca de 1,60 m en un buen día, parándose erguido con botas de vaquero, detrás de una fachada muy masculina, contesta el teléfono — supongo que puedo decir esto porque lo han dicho antes — él contesta cosas como: "Hola, hijo de perra", da sermones aburridos sobre botellas de vino; para los 50 años se compró un auto deportivo convertible.