In Ricardo's household everyone always seems to be coming and going. There are cries of ya me voy (I'm going now) and ya llegué (I've arrived). It all seems pretty simple as long as you know the expected answers and realise that everyday chitchat is not about examining the literal meaning of language.
If when weaving in and out of the traffic lanes on Avenida Lopez Mateos, you hear shouts of buey, sinverguenza and que bestia, it is probably safe to say that you are not being complimented on your driving.