I don't sleep well at night. To make it worse, most mornings I wake up early to take Massiel to work. I don't want to, but since I have to leave before she is done with work I can no longer let her take the car and that means she would have to take a concho, and that is a seriously horrible way to start your day. It's bad enough that she has to take one home. OK. No big deal. I get up. So then, after I get home from driving her and just as I am getting ready to fall asleep she calls and asks me to take something over to her grandmother's house. Her grandmother needed something in our refrigerator in order to make lunch, and how can I say no.
There is a bakery, Lumejor, that makes the best baked goods in the city. My favorite thing that they make is Pan Pizza. It is really fabulous. The problem is that they never have it. I stopped yesterday morning on my way to the airport and they had a whole pie in the display case. Foolishly I only bought one slice. Sometimes it is very good and other times it is absolutely fabulous. This time it was so good that I was immediately sorry that I had only bought one piece. When I passed by the bakery later, about 2:30 there was nothing left. After I dropped the food off, I stopped at the bakery to buy more. Again they didn't have any. That means for probably 20 hours they didn't have a product that they ALWAYS sell out of right away. I have spoken to the owner several times and asked why if they always sell out of this immediately, why don't they make more. He told me it was a good idea. Naturally nothing was done to change the policy. I was forced to go to another nearby bakery which is no where as good as Lumejor, but they make a chicken roll that is quite good (the Lumejor chicken roll is too greasy). I was waiting in line and some guy parked his motor bike right in front of the door, blocking it, came inside and proceeded to walk in front of myself and the other people waiting patiently for their turn. This happens all the time so I gave him my usual, "What am I, invisible?" greeting. Dominicans have this thing that they do when they either don't hear clearly or don't understand what you said. They twitch and wrinkle their noses like chipmonks. This is like asking "What?" only in a primitive sort of sign language. After he did that I made it clear that I and the others were waiting there before he came in and that he should wait his turn. He went to the back of the line. You see shit like that all the time. Someone encounters a line and they think nothing of just walking to the front of it. That is why I have my "invisible" question always at the ready. When my turn came I asked for the chicken roll to go. The girl tooke the roll, put it on a plate, and handed it to me. I said, "No, to go, with plastic wrap" and she was like, "what a great idea" and then she wrapped it and I left. Then when I got home and I called Massiel to told her that I had dropped off the package at her grandmother's the girl that answered the phone told me that she was in the kitchen, could I call back. Usually if Massiel is in the kitchen I can call her and she will answer her cell phone. She didn't answer so I texted her and again she didn't answer so I called back again and the same idiot answered the phone and told me that she was in the kitchen. I asked her to connect me to the kitchen and she asked me if I wanted to leave a message. I told her that I wanted her to put me through to the kitchen, something that has been done a thousand times and this time she did. It seemed as if it was too much for her to connect me the first 3 times I asked.
Doesn't seem like much does it? It isn't, but after a while it just wears you down.
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Not actually connected to no-phone-connection-to-the-kitchen, but I remembered this:
ReplyDeleteMy contractor ex took me on a "vacation," to Culebra in PR, where I learned the reason that the local lumber yard didn't EVER carry 2X4s was that they were too popular and restocking was too much trouble.
Should I say, "no offense?"