Years ago, someone once told me and my friend Alfred that we looked like siblings (falling prey to the “they all look the same” mentality), and we’ve been known to call each other “brother” and “sister” ever since.
Alfie is also known for unintentionally spouting off endearing questions and statements, which my friends and I have appropriately dubbed Alfredisms. Alfredisms were out in full force on our five-hour drive to Detroit Metro Airport, where we were catching our flight to Colombia, and it soon became necessary to record them in writing.
Alfred: What’s the difference with Colombians and Hondurans?
Justin: …They’re from Honduras.
