houston, we have contact.
Walking around Buenos Aires has become a full-contact sport.In a city of millions of people, you'd think I would be referring to contact with other human beings. You know... the whole "stuffing-yourself-like-a-sardine-onto-the-Subway" thing in the morning, pondering how to scratch your itching nose without putting your hands in a compromising position with the guy in front of you. Or, the "let's-all-go-cram-into-our-favorite-stadium-because-we're-fanatical-about-soccer" thing, wondering why-oh-why you decided to stand behind the tallest man in Argentina and now can't see the field.
But, I'm not talking about human-to-human contact. No. I'm talking about the full-forced, put-your-weight-into-it, meeting of forehead and the cold, metal parking-sign pole.
I don't know how I missed it. "Yes, I think I'll go to the kiosko and buy a Coca Light..." I said. I turn. And all of the sudden, in the blink of an eye, I'm transported from the streets of Buenos Aires to a Roadrunner and Coyote cartoon, the anvil had dropped and I was vibrating like a bell. I looked up at Tincho and Iri (who were trying to stifle their laughter), and having been through this before, asked the only obvious question: "Is there a huge chicken-mcnugget-shaped bump growing on my head?" They reassured me that everything looked alright (no, Mom, there was no blood involved), and so we broke down into full-grown hardy cackles. Iri quickly crossed the street, bought the Coca Light, and expertly instructed me to hold the refrigerated beverage to my forehead to reduce any potential swelling.
And so I leave you with two thoughts. First, I should probably look into wearing a protective helmet when released alone on the streets of any major city. And secondly, Coca Light continues to be the solution to just about every predicament life throws at me.
And with that, I'm off to bed. Because I have a headache.
posted by Courtney @ 12:08 AM
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