These two guys come up with a boombox. It looks beat to death with a stick and hung out to dry. They say it eats tapes.
I open it up and see the remains of Enrique Iglesias' career hanging off a spool like last night's hooker's bra off a chair back.
Then I look at the receipt. They allegedly bought it 17 minutes ago. Well, OK. Something is rotten in the state of Walton.
They don't speak any English - and my Spanish cuts out after “Donde es la caja?” It is certainly not up to this. I call for help.
"Did they buy this? If they did, how did they manage to lose the box and the A\C adapter in fifteen minutes?"
Questions ensue. Rapid Spanish followed by head-shaking and pointing.
They still claim they bought it. The receipt says Register #15 - so we go over there. The cashier confirms the purchase.
Which leaves the question of the cord and box.
With four people standing around gesticulating and hollering in English, Spanish and Spanglish - they finally get it. “La caja. Si. Es en el coche.” Or close enough.
Apparently they took it right outside to try out and managed to break the first tape they put in by trying to force the lid open without hitting OPEN. I could see scratches from a screwdriver.
Buttons mashed. Defective. "Firma por favor senor." "Recibe treinta y seis y su cambio. Gracias y buenas noches."
EDITED: This post was emailed in via my phone. I'm editing to add my usual formatting, fix some typos and make one or two sentences more clear. I also had to do do some work because Blogger inserts line breaks in odd places when you post via email. Anyone know how to get around this? And for the record, the boombox had instructions in English, Spanish and French!