Thursday, August 27, 2009

You Wait Here, I Bring Limo...

On a long ago visit to Mexico City, my grandfather and I got lost. Eventually, my precocious twelve-year-old self demanded a loo, so we began rather earnestly looking for a taxi back to our hotel, where we expected to re-join my parents.

The main thoroughfares of the city appeared clogged with traffic of various vehicular proportions and it soon became evident that all of the taxis were in use. Continuing our walk, we spied a young man working in a garage. Sliding from beneath a worn chassis, he asked, "I help you?"

His name was Enrique. A bevy of broken Spanish and English ensued, accompanied by a hastily drawn map. Noticing my grandfather's increasingly quizzical countenance, he gestured for us to stay put, his voice trailing off after, "You wait, I bring limo..."

We weren't at all certain we wanted a ride in a limousine, but as my need for a loo was growing, Enrique's rapid disappearance up the crowded street brought hope of a quick dash to our hotel room's spotless commode.

The shade of the garage offered respite from the early afternoon's rising heat but did nothing against the cacophony of belching exhausts, agitated shouts or horns of various decibels teeming in the street.

When after several minutes, the commanding voice behind a bullhorn approached, many, including my grandfather and I, were instantly hushed. Gazing out, we saw Enrique, bullhorn in hand, leaning from the passenger window of a 1950's era hearse.

After a barely discernible expletive from my grandfather, the street cleared as on the sidewalk people gawked, presumably concerned about the identity of the finned vehicle's occupants.

Stopping in front of the garage, the driver explained in hurried English that he was Enrique's cousin, Alberto, and owned a nearby funeral home. He was only to happy to escort us back to our hotel since he was meeting someone at the bar there for lunch.

Scanning the hearse's back window, my grandfather then glanced at me and said "Gracias," as its rear door opened and we climbed inside. A short and silent ride later, I found myself looking into the eyes of a confused bellman as I quickly exited the hearse, grandfather in tow, amid a flurry of hasty goodbyes.

Sadly, I have no pictures from that day, nor have I ever ridden in an actual limousine. I do however, know what the quiet of a hearse feels like, and I'm in no hurry for the next such adventure.

The phrase, "You wait here, I bring limo..." reminds me of lines from films one cannot forget and I always recall the sweet and sweaty young man, with a mop of brown hair, his hands stained with grease, running through a crowded lane...

18 comments:

Fire Byrd said...

Well I think that's a good choice, not to want another journey in a hearse anytime soon!
xx

Baino said...

Hahahaa . . I don't think I'd have accepted his 'kind' offer! Then I have an exceptional ability to 'hgold it in' so to speak. Dead funny!

Tom said...

No sign of the prior fare, i hope!

Elizabeth McClung said...

That's a classic family joke line though - "I bring limo..." - I haven't been in a limo except when staying at a hotel which had one as a free taxi service (that was a Canadian Pacific train hotel - surreal and out of time). I would go, but as long as I get to sit up, no lying down!

e said...

Hi Byrd, Baino, Tom and Beth,

Thanks for stopping by. Curiously enough, I think my granddad was more upset by the implications a hearse brings up than was I. I really just wanted to escape the heat and find a loo.

Dead funny??? Great pun, Baino!

No, Tom...the prior fare had gone on to his/her just reward...or is it just desserts???

Beth, I'm with you! No lying down for me either!

Wings1295 said...

Hah! Fun post! We all can't say we exited our first ride in a hearse on our own two feet, that's for sure! :)

Anonymous said...

e, wot Tom said-LOL! And welcome back to TT! Mo's dad had a '48 Caddy hearse, at one time...dunno why as he wasn't in the business( I'll have to make an inquiry, wot?)

Kris McCracken said...

A hearse beats a limo.

Dreamhaven said...

Even the King(Elvis) probably didn't drive to the loo in a limo.
Although he might have if he thought of it.

Megan said...

Needs must, when you've gotta pee!

What a story!

karen said...

I love this story!! I can't imagine what it must feel like to travel in a hearse, what an experience... thank heavens for Enrique though, in view of the bathroom emergency!!

Val said...

fabulous story and memory! i love the line :-) you drew a movie in my mind

Anonymous said...

Hello e- good to see you posting again!

Funny story- not many would have travelled in such style before their time!

Have you been reading any of the VBC books?

Barbara said...

People in third world countries are so accommodating in situations where we Americans might just look the other way and offer that we didn't speak the other person's language. Great story. You don't need photos; better yet, you have memories!

lettuce said...

what a fun story, E.

Unknown said...

This is my favourite theme thursday blog! I have managed to find fire engine hire redditch but no decent limo company and i keep getting distracted by these limo themed thursday blogs! yours is very funny!!!

Brian Miller said...

oh wow. yeah i might think twice about that ride...lol. happy tt. just making the rounds now...have agreat weekend.

Harnett-Hargrove said...

Great story, wonderful memory. -Jayne