He would grow accustomed to police humor. One of his other drivers was known throughout the Branch as the King of Spain, because he once left his Jag unlocked while he went to the tobacconist’s and returned to find that it had been stolen. Hence the nickname, because the King of Spain’s name was—you had to say it slowly—Juan Car-los.
Lo cuenta Salman Rushdie en el New Yorker, en un relato acerca de cómo le cambió la vida la fatua de Jomeini.
No me jodas. Si ese chiste lo hicieron en “Gomaespuminglish”.
(rimshot)