I didn't ask, but certainly had the urge. I must say that my man seemed pretty happy about the deal. They certainly were the highlight of any trip to Mercado Zaragoza. They were the best of Mexico in my opinion. Feelings and emotions are always very strange.
People are people no matter what the country, language, or race.
Nevertheless, I kept sauntering down the narrow Mexican streets trying to avoid serious injury at all cost from the passing cars. I always prayed when cruising the streets on foot that nobody was upset had the sudden urge to ice a Gringo in his car. I'm sure it never would have happened that drastically, but every foreigner has that homicidal fear. Especially traffic homocide. Running across the street, bobbing and weaving through all the afternoon traffic like Barry Sanders, I safely reached the bus stop on la calle 31.