Joke's On Me

"Why did you come to Mexico?" my Uber driver Omar asked. Sitting in some rare, mid-day traffic, we’d been chatting since he picked me up from the mall where I had been attempting to pay our internet bill for the third time. Our landlord had told us we'd be able to pay the monthly internet fee at any Oxxo, the chain of ubiquitous convenience stores which are never more than seven feet away from any point in the city and provide an almost incomprehensible amount of services; you can buy beer and pay for an online order and reload your debit card and pick up your package from that online order and settle your utility bill all at the same.

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