This afternoon I ordered Pollo a la Mexicana, from the rosticeria. I often order from there, and usually it is a nice young woman's voice on the other end of the phone. She recognizes my voice, and I don't even have to tell her where I live - she mentions the colonia and then the cell phone tower, and the green golf cart. When I confirm that she has the right person, then she asks if I would like a second order of spaghetti in place of the liquid beans...she knows I will say 'yes'.
Today I got a man on the phone, and he had a little trouble with my directions. I told him the name of the colonia, and that we were two houses away from the carpenter, and in front of the cell phone tower. And I told him about the two spaghettis and no beans. He took my name and said the food would be there shortly.
About 20 minutes later the phone rang and it was the man on the phone. Where did I say I lived?, he wanted to know...the delivery person had gone to where they thought we lived and nobody was there. I repeated the previous directions and then threw in the bit about the golf cart, just in case that might help. "Ah", he said, and I could tell that settled it - they now knew where we lived.
Finally the delivery person showed up. He apologized for the confusion and said that his first set of directions weren't very good, the guy didn't tell him about the golf cart (because I hadn't mentioned the golf cart in the first call, but I didn't tell him that). He had only been told about the carpenter and the cell phone tower. He said if he'd been told about the golf cart he would have known exactly where to go, he has passed by here lots of times. Miguel nodded and said, yes - we are the only ones with this style of cart (green with stripes).
I piped up that I wondered how they would find us when we no longer have the golf cart. The delivery guy pointed to the tower - that's how we'll find you. Miguel nodded in agreement. Hmmm...seems those were the initial directions I gave and they hadn't worked; I didn't bother to point that out to either of them.
I walked into the house chuckling at the illogic. At least the order was right. And once we no longer have the golf cart I guess I can always just say - 'where the green golf cart used to live'...and they will know.