When I'm in Quindío, Colombia -- I'm in my eighth week on this visit -- a favorite evening-plan for me is to get some food for my apartment at Ryori Japanese restaurant and then play blackjack across the street at the Río Casino.
Tonight, as on earlier occasions, I stopped in and ordered takeout at Riori. While they cook the food, I stop next door to the Laureles supermarket and pick up groceries for the apartment, including sugar-free preserves .. yogurts .. produce .. and sometimes the fixin's for lox and bagels.
The plan was to put the groceries in my Chevy Sail .. pick up the cooked food at Riori .. and then go play 21 at the casino.
Later, when I left the casino and picked up up my car in the underground parking area, it was 9:30 p.m. I went directly to the apartment building and started unloading the groceries.
That's when I realized I had forgotten to pick up the take-out at Riori's.
They're open till ten, so I decided to bring the groceries upstairs and go back to the restaurant, about a five-minute drive .. with traffic unlikely at that hour.
I punched my floor number into the elevator at the underground level of my apartment-building's parking area.
The elevator didn't go directly to my floor. It stopped at lobby level first, and that's when I got a surprise. A delivery joven from Riori's was there. He was holding up a bag that contained my take-out order of several dishes.
It was a surprise because I had not told anyone at the restaurant where I am staying this month.
How could they be delivering my forgotten food order .. when they couldn't know when I would finish at the casino and arrive back at the undisclosed apartment location?
¿Cómo es posible? I asked the joven.
He was mute on that point. He told me in Spanish I could pay for the food mañana.
I didn't press the point. I tipped him and continued up to my floor in the elevator with my groceries and now my Japanese food take-out. I was figuratively scratching my head trying to figure out what had transpired.
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