Month: September 2011

Four to five days per week, I buy tacos and a juice from the ladies pushing the wheel barrel down my street.  It all goes down at 10ish.  Five tacos are two bucks.  One 32oz juice is a buck.  The juice changes everyday.  Sandia, Melon, Coco, Horchata, Tamarindo etc.  The juice comes in a 32 oz Styrofoam cup.  Good ol Styrofoam.  Styrofoam is nice in the hot tropics because it keeps the juice cold for hours.  The ladies run a clean operation.  The lady making the tacos never touches the money.  The lady preparing the juice never touches the tacos.  Here’s a cute story.  From the hotel, I always yell down Cual Jugo?  One time she shouted Melon.  I shouted down Manana.  The next day I tried to explain that Orange Melon(Cantaloupe) is one of the few fruits that I have an allergy to.  Here’s where the story takes a turn towards cute.  My favorite of all the liquids is their Horchata.  They leave floating pieces of Melon in the Horchata, and it makes for a wonderful touch.  I noticed Shorty scooping OUT the melon chunks.  OMG!!!  NO NO NO!!  I knew why she was doing it, but couldn’t believe she had the care-with-all to do so.  Perhaps I’m an A client?  I tried to explain that I love the small melon chunks in my Horchata, but that a full 32 oz Melon drink always gets my throat and nose itchy.  She finally understood when I clutched up and said, “Mi throato no likee and lo recibo itchy and scratchyo cuando i drinko el melon, pero mi likee el melon chunkos en mi Horchata.”  Just a joke Yo.  I always bring my used cup down to reuse over and over and over.  And over.  That would be the definition of an unheard-of-practice down here.  Trying to do my part. Probably saving them two cents in the process…

There’s a guy I keep seeing around.  He looks about 10 years younger than I.  He’s got a pretty hairy chest. Shirts are out of style here which is how and why I know.  In addition to his frontal forrest, he also has some hair that is creeping onto his upper back.  Normally no biggie.  I’ve got that exact soul patch, and it just so happens to be the softest bit of hair on my body.  Ask that one girl.  Anyway, every couple of years I get it shortened.  Not shaved, shortened.  Hacked back if you will.  It takes thirty seconds, and typically is performed by a close lady friend or family member.  But this isn’t about my hair.  This is about that guys’ that I keep seeing around.  Here’s where he went extra wrong.  No he didn’t shave it or wax it like many of you reading this do.  I see you!  He made the mistake of getting a tattoo there.  My guess is he got the tat in his early 20‘s, well before hair begins to appear on backs, between shoulder blades, inside ears, and the like.  Fast forward 15 years.  Little did this dude know that it would be impossible to make out what the tattoo is because it is hidden in his hairy jungle.  And the double dagger is that all the tattoo does is accentuate the hair and make it look thicker and darker than it probably is. Poor bastard!