Monday, August 13, 2012

And ye even again...

My WHAT THE FRENCHTOAST Moment
Within the last couple of days, the price of transportation has gone up almost an entire peso! This is due to the "Subway Strike". The subte, which is the fastest and most convenient mode of transportation, has been shutdown for over a week and a half now. This has also caused millions of pesos to be lost and as I've mentioned before, Argentina is not a country where pesos need to be lost. Needless to say, those people who are frequent bus riders, such as myself, have to deal with buses being filled to over capacity everyday AND the inflated bus prices as well. Today, however, I witnessed something quite remarkable. As I was en route to my house, the bus made a quite stop to pickup more passengers...mind you the bus is already packed. As the doors open, the people who couldn't fit onto the bus through the main entrance decided to sneak on the bus through the rear entrances...AND THEY DIDN'T GET CAUGHT. I sat there and imagined myself sneaking onto buses, huddled in the back and subsequently getting free rides everywhere, unbeknownst to the bus driver. Then I thought about the fact that I'm the only chocolate chip walking along the streets and how the bus driver would remember if a "morena" has boarded the bus or not and in turn would have me hauled off to jail. So I've decided no to partake in such activities so as not to create my own episode of "Locked Up Abroad".

Code-name: Exasperated

My WHAT THE FRENCHTOAST Moment
I'm guessing people here don't care about life or death because not only does EVERYONE indulge in a smoking habit (legal or illegal), there is an evident disregard for important vehicles, you know like firefighers, ambulances or police cars. I was walking along Corrientes Avenue and watched as NO ONE moved their car, truck or mo-ped to allow an ambulance to pass by. As the result, the ambulance sat for a good five minutes with the rest of the 'common' vehicles, sirens blaring the entire time.
Of course there's always two sides to a story. On another occasion, while walking down Junin Street, I witnessed another ambulance attempting to bob and weave through the street. Of course, I'm sympathetically watching as I plead the blood of Jesus over whatever 'situation' this ambulance is rushing to assist in. To my surprise (but not really), the ambulance, with sirens blaring I might add, is allowed to pass through and zooms through the red light. Immediately after crossing, the sirens are turned off and the ambulance resumes regular speed down the street. Waitta minute! Come again? You mean to tell me the only pending emergency was their need to run a red light-_-