Yesterday, using my franquicia, an up to USD 200 3x per year tax-free import, I placed an order with Walmart. Not that I like Walmart, but I didn’t want to order everything from Amazon, because Amazon. Alas, within six minutes of placing the order , Walmart cancelled it.
No appeal, no explanation.
Rather than get upset with Walmart, I decided I should try again today.
Alas again, no luck with a stuffed unicorn. What’s a fella to do?
This remote control is for a split (heat/AC) unit that we’ve had for 13 years or so. It had gotten to the point that the on/off button no longer functioned. I took it apart, found no moving parts and nothing dirty, so figured it was a lost cause.
Until the feria this week. There, next to the cheese sellers I go to almost every week, was a guy advertising remote control repair. I couldn’t believe it. I have never seen him before. I went home and fetched the remote control. He spent maybe ten minutes with it, disassembling, scraping, cleaning, and voilá! Ten bucks seems like a lot, and I could have gotten a universal remote control for a lot less.
But do I really want to deal with this when I only use five buttons? I think not. My solution is far more elegant.
While yet another large vendor has bailed from our local feria, the one in nearby Salinas is thriving. This morning I saw an outside barber shop. I have never seen such a thing before. A haircut was advertised at $150 (~USD 3.80). I normally pay 240 (~6.00) and have to make an appointment, so I thought why not – the difference between a good haircut and a bad haircut is two weeks anyway.
My goodness! This was perhaps the most meticulous haircut I’ve ever had, including eyebrows, nose, ears and endless clip-clip-clip. You’d think they would want to crank through customers at that price, but it must have been 20 minutes. (Hot minutes despite the breeze, I might add.) Using two different electric trimmers alone seemed to take more time than my entire haircut normally does.
Amazing.
I asked the butcher for 4 kilos of menudos (chicken gizzards). He disappeared into the freezer, returned a minute later and plopped a bag on the scale.
Yeah, whatever 😉
We had a small freezer delivered yesterday, and the transit company’s bill is stamped “without responsibility for breakage.” So I guess I should be grateful the delivery guy carried it in, instead of just dumping it off the truck into the driveway?
Ah, Uruguay, after twelve and a half years you continue to mystify.
Ah yes, like the IRS notice giving me 60 days to respond to an earlier notice I never received, which arrived 105 days after being mailed.
Up through January 2007, when we left the US, going away for a few days would result in a bin like this awaiting our return.
Since then, I’m pretty sure ALL mail we’ve received since would not fill one of these.
Saw this at the feria couple weeks ago. First and only time. Mobile tattoo / barber shop?
I’ll pass.
“Tap water is generally safe to drink in Uruguay.”
Yes, if you don’t mind putting in your body whatever shit got caught by those filters before they were changed.
When I go to the butcher, I always carry my stuff to the car. Today I had almost 16 kg (lots of dog food) and the butcher carried it to the car for me. Didn’t really give me a choice. When I got home, I saw that he had tied the loop handles of each bag into a knot, something I would have never thought of.
In fact, I’m not sure how useful it is to know.
Parcels awaiting customer pickup at the “Agencia Central,” which is larger than FedEx or UPS in Uruguay. Anything goes!
