They party hard here in Chile. People don't get trashed really like they do in the U.S., but they don't go out until about 1 am and a lot of people stay out until the sun comes up, eat breakfast, then go to sleep. Some places' happy hours are from noon until 1 in the morning.
Anyways, I met the one other girl from Maryland Friday, and we decided to do a shot of tequila to celebrate our shared homeland.
Being drunk but coherent, I asked for 2 of their cheapest shots of tequila - the bartender tells me it's 4,000 pesos. I pull out a 10,000 note and give it to him, watch him put it in the cash register, and pull out a 1,000 peso note. Here's what the conversation went like:
him: you still owe me 3,000 pesos
me: I gave you 10,000, you owe me 6,000 pesos and 2 shots of tequila
him: no, you gave me this 1,000
me: I'm not stupid, I saw you put it in the cash register (except i don't know how to say cash register so i just point to it)
him: you owe me 3,000 pesos
me: forget it. i get it, i'm american and you can do whatever you want. keep my pesos and keep my shots, i don't even care anymore
Then I stormed off outside back to our group ... a couple minutes later a manager comes up to me and apologizes. He tells me that they're bringing out my shots and here was my money back. I'm awesome.
Causing havoc below the equator since Jan. 5
Sunday, January 11, 2009
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