It was the logo on the shirt that mattered to both of us. Over a week ago, I drove Ozzie to the Telmex office in Manzanillo to sign him up for a telephone line and internet. The very efficient woman who took the order told him he would have a working internet connection by the end of the week.
Well, a certain hurricane and a subsequent flood put paid to that promise. Of course, the connection does not yet exist.
I have my own complaints with Telmex. Eleven days after the storm and I am still without telephone or internet.
Ozzie wanted to stop the guy in the Telmex shirt. I thought it was an exercise in futility. He was obviously a salesman -- with a chart of Telmex's internet service packages in his right hand. Sending a salesman into a neighborhood that still lacks telephone service struck me as the equivalent of sending a David Duke canvasser into Harlem.
But Ozzie asked. The young man appeared to have been well-briefed. Yes, he was just selling internet packages, but he knew new installations would not occur for at least ten more days -- not until current subscribers had their service restored. He was even aware my neighborhood in the barrio was without service.
So, it appears that I will be posting the occasional errant message thanks to the good graces of either Rooster's or Papa Gallo's. It is Papa Gallo's today.
I currently have over 2000 messages in my email inbox. For those of you awaiting responses, I promise to get to the as soon as Carlos Slim deigns I am worthy of his internet services.
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