I'm not sure who played this gag on us, but at around 7pm, following a somewhat hostile takeover of the new office, we responded to several knocks at the door. Curious, Frankie opened it, and four uniformed men walked in. As we had been waiting for the internet the entire day, we were surprised to find four men in uniform as opposed to one man not in uniform. Immediately, panic enveloped my chiseled body, and I had a sneaking suspicion that Nora--in her infinite cruelty that began with the dismissal of Frankie's opus--had commissioned four male strippers to surprise us, clad in Internet installers outfits, knowing full-well through an earlier communique that we'd toiled all day for the Holy Grail that is the Internet Service.
But again, reality rendered me incorrect. As Colombia turns, four men are regularly delegated to install WiFi service in Santa Marta. After two hours of work, some headscratching, some beer drinking, lots of knee slapping, and some serious ponderings, we had become best of friends, and another amazing cultural exchange had been achieved.
Amen to these fellows, and may the Lord bestow many a Blessing on Them and their Kin!
