A few days ago one of my friends lost her phone on a side gutter (which has little slats - that are like 4 inches - too small for an arm) late at night. She couldn't find it in the dark and couldn't go back to retrieve it the next day - and since I was heading that way I offered to see what I could do. Others had thier doubts - put I voiced my plan. I would stand where I found the cell phone and look really lost and helpless. This would, I hoped, allow me to ask people for help and maybe, elicit the muchismo of the some of the men, to retrieve the phone. I don't think my friends believed this was my actual plan - but it was.
So the following day Brittany and I headed down the street for lunch, intending on stopping on the way to see if we could spot the cellphone. We found the cellphone, and Brittany went on all fours and tried to reach it but could not. I stood there and looked around and my eyes fell on three boys of around 12 coming toward us. In Spanish I politely asked if they could try to retrieve my cellphone. They tried and tried but could not. Traffic started to slow down and people started to gather. I went off down the road to a restaurant that we frequent and asked for a broom and a mop. By the time I returned more people had gathered - including a small boy - who with the help of his father and the broom and mop handles - was able to retrieve the phone.
Yeah for turning a usual spectacle of white femininity into something useful.
\manda
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