HAMMOCK CHAIR

YEARS AGO WHEN WHEN AMY WAS IN MEXICO SHE GOT WHAT’S CALLED A HAMMOCK CHAIR. IT’S SUSPENDED BY ONE ROPE OR CHAIN, AND SHE HAS IT HUNG IN THE BACK YARD OUTSIDE WHERE SHE LIKES TO CURL UP AND READ.

WHEN WE ASKED HER IF THERE WAS ANYTHING SHE NEEDED AT THE DRUG STORE ON OUR UPCOMING TRIP TO ALGODONES, MEXICO, SHE SAID,“NOPE”, BUT SHE COULD USE USE A NEW HAMMOCK CHAIR, AS HERS IS ABOUT WORN OUT.

WE FOUND THE RIGHT VENDOR ON THE SIDE WALK, AND BEGAN OUR NEGOTIATION.

 

HE OPENED BY ASKING $35, AND I’M SURE THAT IF AIM HAD BEEN THERE, SHE WOULD HAVE GOTTEN TWO CHAIRS FOR $35.  THE ONLY SPANISH I KNOW IS TO ASK FOR “A VERY COLD BEER, PLEASE”.  THE VENDOR’S ENGLISH WASN’T THE BEST, AND THAT’S PART OF THEIR STADEGY. WHEN I OFFERED $25, HE SOMEHOW GOT TO RATTLING ON AND ON AND NOW HIS PRICE WAS $60.

WTF? I WALKED AWAY, BUT WHEN I CAME BACK, I GOT ONE HAMMOCK CHAIR FOR $30.

 

HE LOOKS TO PRETTY HAPPY TO ME. I THINK ANOTHER GRINGO GOT SCREWED.

(YES AMI, THAT’S YOUR NEW CHAIR, BUT THE RICH PUDGY MEXICAN DOEN’T COME WITH IT)