Saturday, April 01, 2006
There's an old addage that says "Get me once, shame on you. Get me twice, shame on me." There's another that says "You can't judge a book by it's cover." Thank goodness I've learned not to go down the same road twice, not to repeat past mistakes.
I consider myself to be a pretty good judge of character also. However, sometimes things aren't always as they seem (especially in the Dominican Republic). And the minute you let your guard down....WHAM!!! Some things you just chalk up to experience...lesson learned. I thought I'd share this with you to prevent you from being the fool, no matter what time of year. LOL
I was sitting in the Sports Bar talking with an acquaintance, an ex-patriate, when in walks this nice-looking Dominican (I know, not unusual in the D.R.). He captured my attention because of his height. It's not often that I see eye-to-eye with someone since I'm a six-footer. I muttered to myself, "Oh my". The acquaintance overheard me and caught my gaze. He said, "Hey, I know him. I haven't seen him in awhile". Well, before I knew anything the guy was standing two inches from my face with his hand on my knee. (I was sitting on a bar stool)
After the introductions were made and some small talk, I decided that I'd like to photograph this guy. When we got to the hotel and he disrobed I was a bit disappointed that the physique wasn't what it had seemed to be. However, I chose to continue. Unfortunately, he was not able to. His organ pipes had no air, so to speak. He said it was the beer, so we decided to try the next evening.
Needless to say, he showed up WELL after the scheduled time. And smelled of liquor! After trying to stall him, offering him water and refresca to see if he would sober up a bit, I concluded that it may be best to just forget about it. Of course, he wasn't happy with that decision. Of course, he had come all the way over to the hotel expecting to get paid for his services. Of course, he had bills to pay and baby needed diapers.
Being the kind-hearted person that I am, I offered him compensation to cover his taxi fare. Of course, he countered my offer with an amount close to what we initially agreed upon. I asked him where was he going, Haiti?! But alas, there is no reasoning with a drunk. So, to be rid of this raton I agreed to the fee he wanted. Not having the appropriate pesos, as the fee had changed from our initial agreement, I had to get it from my friend who was also in the hotel.
After the guy was gone my friend said, "You know that was the counterfeit bill I got from the Casa de Cambio." That's another story, but it plays into this comedy of errors. Of course, the guy makes his way back to the hotel. Exasperated, I attempt to dodge him. After several minutes of my friend telling him that I had stepped out, the hotel owner stepped in. The guy explained that he had been stopped by the policia and that they had asked for money. Well, guess what money he gave them. LOL So, he is now in the lobby sobbing, with the policia outside at the curb. I wind up giving him his fee in US dollars, much to the delight of the policia I'm sure, and send him on his way.
I have not said the guys name because I have stricken it from every tablet and every scroll. His name is not to be said in my presence. So let it be written, so let it be done. LOL
Seriously though, I have been to Santo Domingo many times and this was my first encounter that turned sour. I'm hoping it's my last! It will be if I remember those old addages.