I figured I could tell you a funny story from my cruise!
By the time we got to Cozumel I was out of cash (darn you, Casino! Jk I actually only gambled maybe $15). I stopped at the ATM on the ship on the way out and took out a $100. I knew there would be some cheap liquor and lots of jewelry. These are two things I definitely needed *sarcasm*
We made our way through to hop in a taxi to take us to the downtown area where Senor Frogs and Carlos and Charlies was. We went into a silver store and I fell in love with a bracelet and earrings with jasper stones in them. I had already spent some of my money in and out of other stores. So I needed to get some more cash. I tried to pay with my debit card and while it didn't decline it, it did not accept it. It said error. They looked at me funny and this all in all freaked me out. So I said well where's an ATM? I took my sister with me as the guy directed me to an ATM and left my aunt in the store but the whole time I just had this weird feeling like "OMG, what if they are molesting my aunt in the store and this was a ploy to get me out of the store and rob her?!!??!" Anyways, I saw another ATM along the way and he said no, not that one. I got the ATM and it was broken. Out of order!
WTH?? So I went back and attempted the "other ATM." I proceeded with swiping my card, entering my pin and then entering $150. I thought I was about to get my money but it let me know that the transaction was cancelled. I freaked the eff out. I thought about how broke I would be without that $150 plus the transaction fee of $25 (I don't know what's dumber... that I agreed to pay a $25 transaction fee or this story in general).
I proceed back to the store to tell my aunt. Her and my sister try to tell me it's not charging my card. For some reason I think because I was in Mexico I felt like everything was sketchy and out to get me and rob me. I went back to the machine where another man was starting to use it. A lady came out of the store and warned him "Pesos.... Pesos" I was like wtf, this is a pesos atm? I tried to tell her my story and asked if she owned the ATM and she stuck her HAND IN MY FACE. WHAT THE H?
I am livid at this point. Frantic. Panicking. I debated turning on my phone and making an international call to my bank. At that moment my sister said "It is a pesos ATM. If they really took your money, let's face it... it would only be about $15 American dollars. Can you deal with that?" I replied.... "Oh, yeah...I guess." I felt dumb for making such a debacle but don't mess with my money!
At this point we went to Senor Frog's where I consumed 2 yard margaritas and my large chested sister was slightly molested. We took a cab back to the port. On the ride back I volunteered to sit up front and then asked the cabby if he was part of the drug cartel (reference the margaritas). Luckily he didn't understand English so I just sang him La Cucaracha and got out of the cab. Only moments later I pretended to speak Chinese (yes, aloud)
That being said, yes this is a true story. Yes, I am still alive. Yes, I am still grateful after questioning someone's involvement with the cartel. If you stuck with me this far - congrats. I hope you don't question reading my blog. I am an honest and sincere writer, hence why I just told you all this incriminating stuff.