Saturday, December 31, 2011
Going Commando In Mexico
Happy New Years Eve! This is about the worst day of the year to have an "Act Like I'm Not A Drunk" Saturday so I'm not even gonna try. On top of that it's my wedding anniversary and the cap'n just got back last night so I'm gonna have me some fun. But it's gonna be sober, safe fun. Just like sober, safe sex, sober safe fun is a lot more fun, Here's another blog from my "other" life.
You can take the girl out of the ship,
But you can't take the ship out of the girl.
So I guess that means I'm still full of ship!
When I lived on a boat all my friends back in KS used to say, "Ooh la la! You live on a yacht." And of course I did nothing to dissuade them even though there was nothing further from the truth.
So now I live in Mexico and all my friends in the states go "Ooh la la! You live in Cancun!" But when I try to explain the difference between living in Cancun and living in Progreso they look at me as though I have frogs coming out of my mouth.
So in the quest for total honesty in my new life I'm going to present two scenarios and let you decide which one the "real" Kary starred in.
Scenario #1: Kary is stuck in a bathroom at a resort in Cancun
Kary glides into the marbled mirrored lavatory at the Pinche Fresa Temple Resort. She opens the stall to the gleaming fully assembled toilet and perches on the rim of the seat that is, of course, "down". Kary finishes her business. She delicately wrinkles her nose as she daintily disposes of her tissue in the receptacle (you don't flush TP in Mexico) making sure to avert her eyes so she doesn't see anything "unsightly" (shudder!). She stands and straightens her clothes and moves to leave the stall. The latch won't budge.
"Oh no! What will I do now?"
A tiny worry line creases her forehead.
"This is so mortifying," Kary cringes.
"Uhmm, Conchita?" Kary whispers.
"Si Senora. Esta bien?" replies the attendant, attentively stationed at the door.
"The latch seems to be stuck."
"De nada, Senora," Conchita replies. And with a quick sleight of hand opens the stall door from the outside.
"Oh dear!" wails Kary as she diligently scrubs her hands in the shiny gold sink.
"I think I've chipped a nail!"
Scenario #2: Kary gets stuck in a bathroom in Merida
Kary and the cap'n have just arrived in Merida on the late flight from Miami and have been transported to the rental car agency in downtown Merida. Kary waits in the vehicle while the cap'n goes to negotiate and arbitrate the pre-arranged rental contract. As usual this takes longer than expected and Kary needs to use the facilities.
No problem, right?
Every rental car agency has a bathroom and so does this one.
So what if it doesn't have a door.
So what if the doorway faces the glassfront of the agency.
So what if this rental agency is on a very busy street in downtown Merida.
So what if the rental agency shares its parking lot with an OXXO convenience store.
So what if the parking lot is teeming with people chatting and strolling and HONKING.
So what if it is 1:00 am. T.I.M. (This Is Mexico).
At this point I'm getting desperate. I don't care if the whole Mexican National Football Team shows up to watch. The manager of the rental agency however is a little concerned about this possibility. He's not the one with a bladder the size of Texas. He quickly employs his employee to accompany me to the little corridor between the agency and convenience store which conveniently houses the facilidades necesarios. However, (there is always an however) it cost 5 pesos to open the gate.
Do I have 5 pesos? No.
Does the attendant have 5 pesos? No.
"De Nada. Not to worry," says the attendant ( I think).
Apparently if you jiggle the gate just right it will open.
So we jiggle. We wiggle. We jimmy and we shimmy. Hell, we're doing the freakin' la cucaracha with it. The cabrona ain't budging.
My bladder is now the size of the Louisiana Purchase.We walk back into the rental agency.
Does the cap'n have 5 pesos? No.
Does the manager have 5 pesos? No.
The manager and employee now engage in an animated conversation that I am praying will develop into a solution of my problem. But the real translation probaby goes something like this.
Manager: "It is fun to watch the gringo lady squirm, is it not?"
Employee nods fervently, "Si, Senor Jefe."
Manager: "See how her eyes are starting to bulge. She will not last much longer. She is no longer young and her bladder grows floppy."
Employee nods fervently, "Si, Senor Jefe."
Manager: "Uh oh, she's crossing her legs. You better hurry before we have a mess to clean up. Do you still have the key?"
Employee nods even more fervently, "Si, Senor Jefe.
Employee heads for the door.
Manager: "Just one more thing. Did you remember to remove all the toilet seats and toilet paper?"
"Si, Senor!" Nod. Nod Nod.
After a quick sleight of hand the employee opens the gate. Relief is at hand. I am unprepared for the lack of clean up accessories as usual. After several minutes I decide air drying is not an option in this humidity and pull up my pants. I move to unfasten the latch. De ja vu! The cabrona ain't budging.
I survey my options. Correction. Option. Yep, looks like there's only one way out of this predicament and it's through that 6" space under that 12" wide door. ( You know that measurement dyslexia problem us girls suffer from swings both ways. Some days it's longer, some days it's shorter. It just depends on how you treat us.).
Time to go commando !
Now I just want you to picture this in your mind's eye for a minute. A blonde gringo chica whose most apt body description is ample, is down on her elbows with belly on the floor of a Mexican toilet stall that is built for the very petite Mayan people. And she's trying to wiggle her way out. And she's wearing white. Of course.
So did you guess which one is the true story? It was the chipped fingernail that gave it away, wasn't it? You all know I'm a biter. I don't have any freakin' fingernails.
As the Cap'n used to say:
"You can dress her up, but it doesn't matter what country you take her to, she's going to end up crawling around on the floor at some point."
Adios & Vaya Con Dios!
P.S. Sorry to disappoint all my pervert friends who thought this article was going to be about the other kind of commando. Maybe next week.