Jun 9, 2003, 6:16 PM
Post #1 of 4
We live in a quiet, middle class Mexican neighborhood (no other gringos for miles around) on the edge of the Desierto de Chihuahua. By May our daytime temperatures were already reaching 108 F.
Our trash pickup is around noon every M-W-F. The three men--a driver and 2 pickup guys--some times shout out requests for refrescas from us as they collect the trash. If we have any soft drinks, we usually give them something. (Is this paying a mordida?)
Last week I had only gotten our trash sacks out the front door, no where near the curb where it is collected. My daughter and I were busy sorting dirty towels, bed linens, blankets, etc. to take to the lavanderia. As we filled the black plastic bags, we stacked them against the trunk of the car, well inside our gated yard.
Meantime, the trash collectors were shouting from the street, asking for sometihing to drink. My husband was nearest the front door and told them that we had nothing for them that day.
Minutes later one of them knocked at the front door and explained to my husband that he noticed I had not put our trash out at the curb--true--so he had done it as an extra service. My husband relented and gave them a gallon of cold water from our frig. He told me how much the men appreciated it and how nice it was of them to take out our trash.
You guessed it! They left the bags of trash by the front door and took away all our dirty laundry!
¡Asi es la vida! Gotta laugh.