Hound Dog
Oct 20, 2009, 6:27 PM
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So there we were in an outdoor cafe in Southern Chiapas listening to a typical Chiapas marimba band and we were swilling beer and loving that marimba music typical of Chiapas and points south and there was this group of German swells in their cups enjoying the regionally exotic music as well but thinking no doubt that they were on the Moon and this was about mid-afternoon and everyone among the crowd of patrons was a bit looped and at that time - say about 3:00PM - the band began packing to leave as their gig was over and the inebriated Europeans elected a spokesperson who aproached the band leader as band members packed their gear and the following conversation ensued:
German Inebriant (as translated by Alabama swamp bunny): I say, old fellow, what can we povide monetarily to induce you to play for another hour?
Chiapan Marimba Band Leader: ¿Que?
GI (recognizing language difficulties): Well, old fellow, here is 5000 Quetzales to play for another hour.
CMP: Muchas gracias senior.
At which time the marimba band, upon pocketing the 5000 Quetzales and most certainly pleased with their unexpected good fortune, packed up and left with those Quetzales intact in their drum cases and were never to be seen again at least on that day.
The Moral of the Story:
Quetzales may be basically worthless to anyone but a Guatemalan peasant but glue them to your hand like Kissinger directing bombing raids over Cambodia because they may exceed your understanding.
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