Notes From A Spinning Planet—Mexico - Plot & Excerpts
But I cannot believe the total of the check. Even with our hundred-dollar coupon, Sid still shells out another fifty bucks and change. Of course, a lot of it is for the tip. But the waiters are friendly and polite, and Juan's brother, the owner, who is acting as head chef tonight, comes out and introduces himself. I think we can be sure no ones going to slip us anything. Even so, I keep a close eye on Sid as she drives us back to the hotel. “I totally forgot to see if Francesca found us a room,” says Sid as she drives through the hotel complex. “I hope she was successful.” “Why don't we stop and ask?” “Good idea,” says Sid, pulling up to the oficina again. “Buenas noches, Francesca,” I say as we go into the office. But she's on the phone, holding it slightly away from her ear as if it's too loud. “I am so sorry,” she says to whoever's on the other end. We can hear the sound of a man yelling. Francesca continues to apologize to him. “I will tell my manager,” she assures him several times, jotting down notes as she speaks.
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