This morning I came across the woman who sells tamales a few blocks from my house. It had been a while that I hadn’t bought from her because I just hadn’t happen to pass by her.
When I saw her cart, I knew I had to get my overdue tamales that I didn’t eat on the big national holiday of the Candelaria this past Feb. 2nd, when it is a must to have tamales for breakfast. I wanted two tamales and an atole (a thick milky, floury, flavored beverage) —this really blew up my Feb. boot camp goal :P
However, I only had a $500 bill (about $40), and street vendors normally don’t carry that much change. Nevertheless, she offered that I take the tamales and that I could pay her later, that she knew me because she always sees me walking with Uma somewhere around town. With so much trust, how can you not be obliged? I thanked her while, at the same time, another customer offered to change my bill. And so I did, and paid her then and there.
Of course, her tamales tasted extra special today :)
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