
jennifer rose
Nov 30, 2002, 7:20 AM
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Re: [Nick] A story about Mexican Time by...
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Years ago, one of the popular American hostesses in town decided that she’d hit upon a clever solution to the problem of time. She told her Mexican friends one hour for her dinner party, and her American friends another. Both groups got to talking to one another, and they figured there must be two parties, or at least an A group and a B group, which resulted in hurt feelings all around. And all the poor woman wanted to do was make sure that everyone arrived at more or less the same hour! Having been warned by her experience, I’ve learned never to do that. But there’s yet another problem. Some Mexican friends think that an Americans’ invitation really means the designated hour, and trying to be polite, they show up “on time,” when I really expected them an hour later. I’ve found that the only safe way was to specify “on Mexican time,” to make sure that I’m not caught in the shower. But then I’ll receive an invitation from Mexican friends, who think that Americans always arrive on time, and my routine of being “on Mexican time” disappoints them when I only thought I was being courteously late. Even when I do want to make an appearance somewhere “on time,” stuff happens. I may be all ready to leave the house at 3 p.m., but the gas truck arrives, the Fedex guy comes, Dona Chita stops by, Goodman escapes the gate, the power goes off so I can’t open the gate, the 5-minute drive becomes 40-minute gridlock….. And then I’m shocked, still, when the plumber shows up on time, and I haven’t any money. I’m expecting that he’ll show up oh well, sometime, and he’s on the mark. Announcing something like, “I used to work in the U.S., and I know how Americans feel about time.” Perhaps the most embarrassing was calling the piano tuner, telling him to come tune the piano “whenever he has the time,” figuring that he’d get around to it after the holidays. He shows up 30 minutes after I called, like it was some kind of emergency, and I was dead flat broke. The moral: Deal with it. And relax.
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