If I ever need a good chortle, I can stop by almost any store here in Mexico.
I know there must be some sort of system (just as it took me time to learn the shelving logic in The States), but I certainly don't understand how products are combined for sale.
At my neighborhood market, the Raid is stored with dish towels. And the picnic supplies lie in repose next to the sanitary napkins.
So, I was primed for a laugh when my Puerto Vallarta passenger told me to get ready for a sign in one of the multitude of villages named Emiliano Zapata -- one of Mexico's Revolutionary heroes, and, need I add, who was treacherously assassinated by allies.
Just as we were coming to the border of the village, the sign at the top of this post popped up.
I can only imagine what MADD would have to say about a sign that advertises a shop that specializes in drinking and driving. Or, at least, beer and gasoline.
But that is just spitting hairs.
I know there must be some sort of system (just as it took me time to learn the shelving logic in The States), but I certainly don't understand how products are combined for sale.
At my neighborhood market, the Raid is stored with dish towels. And the picnic supplies lie in repose next to the sanitary napkins.
So, I was primed for a laugh when my Puerto Vallarta passenger told me to get ready for a sign in one of the multitude of villages named Emiliano Zapata -- one of Mexico's Revolutionary heroes, and, need I add, who was treacherously assassinated by allies.
Just as we were coming to the border of the village, the sign at the top of this post popped up.
I can only imagine what MADD would have to say about a sign that advertises a shop that specializes in drinking and driving. Or, at least, beer and gasoline.
But that is just spitting hairs.
