So I’m at a pizza place and they don’t have bottled pop and I’m not drinking any fountain drinks if I don’t know where the water and ice is from. So I order a bottle of water and then I realize the place next door (a very nice restaurant that I ate at yesterday) has bottled pop so I went to get a Fresca.
I didn’t realize I’d put the place into such a tizzy! I walk up to the area where the bartender (not a bar), the register and two waiters are standing and order a Fresca. They all appear to understand me, I know they all know the word Fresca, but they don’t know what to do (I guess since I’m not at a table?). I’m stunned, they must do take-out, the BK across the street has a drive-thru, but they’re stuck. It’s not like they’re busy, I olny make customer number five. They ask me two more times what I want and I clarify that I will bring the glass bottle back to them (and I know this waiter knows I’m the guy sitting outside next door). Then he mentions that it’ll around $2 and I’ve been holding a 2,000 Colones bill ($4) most of the time I’ve been there.
Here’s how it ends: I hand him the bill and he has me go sit down outside and a few minutes later brings me the drink and my change. It’s just the little things like that which make life fun…
In hindsight: I should have just walked over to the grocery store and got a Fresca or maybe since the pizza was pretty boring I probably should have just gone to the restaurant next door again tonight…
So the bloggers met in Chicago again for DaveCago2, about half of us met early June 2006 and we had a bunch of new people too (but we were down a few too). Here’s the “blog roll call” that I’m pleasec to be a part of – 
