 And I remember one time my brother, my grandmother, and I were leaving the apartment complex and I was sitting in the front. That was so cool because I never got to do that in New York. And a bunch of boys were picking some mangoes at a tree nearby. And they walked over to us and one of the boys, my grandmother, asked, how much for a bundle of mangoes? And the boy said some absurd number and my grandmother was like, what are you going to do with all that money? And I think he said something really sketchy because all of a sudden...