Oddly, Vino

Days productive are subject to the opinions of many people. Having one of which I consider productive is open to the scrutiny of anyone; however, I think many would agree that going to the bank, having coffee, AND purchasing bugspray and wine counts as crazy productivity! In addition to my day of success, it was also a day of peculiaritys as well.

After the bank, I made my way over to the supermercado to purchase some lotion, bugspray, and a new razor. (It seems that I am not the only one using my Shick Quatro, purple razor, hmmm). I browsed the selection of lotion and mosquito repelants, and moved on to the razors. after 15 minutes of looking the isle up and down, I discovered there were none. Fine. I checked out, and walked out the door, receipt in hand. I was approached by a friendly security guard asking to see my bag. I look at him and hand him my plastic one complete with the contents I PURCHASED along with the receipt. He looks at me and refers to my purse. I didn´t realize SWEATY American girls in trendy shorts were nabbed as the type to shoplift. So as he took a gander through, he stumbled across the massive amount of tampons and panty liners I have yet to unpack from last month, and I give him the eyebrow glance, as to suggest, ¨really, Raul, are we going to do this today?¨ He turns a pleasant shade of red, and smiles. I finish up with the ¨esta bien?¨ which, though it was phrased as a questions absolutely was not, and move on almost before I have gained complete possision of my purse again.

Puh-Lease Argentina, who do you take me for, Sarah Palin´s sister in law?!?

Oddly enough the day continued in the out of the ordinary fashion. As I´m at work, folding clothes with Valeria, I spot a tiny bug...fear not, I am a big girl. SQUASH. Ha, I´m thinking I´m tough. This is until the massive uncle of the tiny bug shows his face and it turns out to be a roach. NOT GOOD. Without trying to upset my special friend, I back up and point. She doesn´t quite understand what I´m pointing at. I try and keep my cool, while breaking out in the second pit drenching sweat of the day, and say, ¨cucaracha!¨ I thought she may be freaked out, because she stumled backwards and fell. (Great, now I´m at fault for hurting the residents), and when I go to help her up, she has a shoe in her hand. I wondered if she might throw it at me, because last Tuesday, I got hit with a shoe while there. Instead, Valeria said something, and beat the living crap out of it. The first few times she missed, but once she got it, she didn´t stop... Throw your hands up in the air for roach Pureé!

...Then she laughed at me for being scared of a bug, like I had serious problems. (I do). So finally, when I leave work, I decided a bottle of wine NEEDED to be purchased. I make my way to the only place open at 5...(Okay, 4:45, I left early) because it´s still Siesta time. The only bottle in my price range (which is CHEAP) was the 2liter. Oh, well, more bang for the buck, I suppose. Sadly, while in the Kisocko, I hear the most disturbing sound in the world, and realize a poor dog has just been hit by a car. WTF Argentina? They´ve got dogs on the street like Central Park has hobos. Almost crying, I take the bottle and leave, and nearly miss a pile of caca-on-sidewalk.

Damn dog.

I´m off to finish my productive day and open the bottle....

Cheers!!!