
New, and all the rage in Uruguay.
An inquisitive old fart with a camera
New, and all the rage in Uruguay.
Hours: we open when we arrive. We close when we leave. If you come and we’re not here, we’re on different schedules.
A new thing this year — Tienda inglesa does its damndest to induce consumer madness. Sounds like they did a pretty good job of it. No Walmart Black Friday fist fights and hair-pulling, but it takes a while for such fine traditions to develop.
I waited until Saturday afternoon to venture in, and happily the refrigerator model I might have been interested in buying, had sold out.
And oh yeah, lemons off our tree.
Easily the most obnoxious character who drives around blaring advertising. He buys old stuff (______ viejos compro=I buy old ________).
The last one, garafas, refers to the propane tanks that you have to buy, but which the company that sells them to you won’t buy back, even though there’s nothing unique to your tank: you swap it out for a full one—which is obviously a different tank that somebody else had to buy from a company that won’t buy it back.
The penultimate, fósforos quemados as far as I can tell, is weird—burnt matchsticks? Obviously I’m missing something here.
The first two? I’ll need some help here….
In a country where fuel costs are among the highest in the world, and where the cost of anything with a motor is 50-500% more expensive than in the United States, someone thinks it a great idea to fly a plane blaring 15-second audio advertisements. 15 seconds because the plane is too fast for anything more.
Yes, a full-size pickup truck called the Wingle 3.
Sometimes I feel like sending a memo to Chinese marketers: Look guys, before you name a product…
…and then I think nah, this shit’s too much fun.