I overheard Pancho on the phone talking to Claudia. I think she might be Eduardo’s sister who makes straw hats.
My ball cap provides adequate protection from the sun, but I now understand the appeal of a large-brim.
“Amigo, Claudia is bringing a shipment of straw hats from Guadalajara, and I need you to make sure she gets here okay. Those hats are extremely important for our business.”
“What do you need me to do, Pancho?”
“You can take the truck. Claudia isn’t fond of horses, and you’ll need it to bring me the hats.”
“But Eduardo said the truck was non-operational.”
Pancho grinned.
“The truck is fine, amigo.”
“If you can do this for me, the horse is yours.”
“But Eduardo…”
“Don’t worry about what Eduardo says. You listen to me now.”
“I could really use one of those hats. The sun is daunting.”
Pancho smiled.
“Hats aren’t given, amigo. They are earned. Get back to work.”
Phone rings.
“Bueno! Café La Paz. How may I help you?”