So here are our teléfonos, acquired after much effort. There's a Telcel "office" on almost every block. We went into one and tried to get a phone. We would need an FM (see previous post). Several days later we went in another one with our passports. Same story although the young woman (all these clerks seem to be kids) did call someone and try to argue our case. Several days later, in the afterglow of getting internet connection (see previous post) we went in another office and. . .the young woman said, sí, we could get phones without the FMs. She copied our passports and credit cards and said there would be an "investigación," which I interpreted as a credit check. It would take several days. Fine. Then she wanted 3 phone numbers. I thought she was talking about numbers to put on our "numbers to call" list, but, having just arrived here, I didn't have any on hand. We went home and I located 3 people who had (too bad for them) given us their phone numbers (our landlady, Shelley, and Kim) and called Carmen Soto back and gave them to her. Turns out they were references. We went back on the day she had mentioned, no luck, the investigación wasn't finished. We went back again several days later, same story. So now we were kind of disheartened.
One day on the way home from market we met the tercer edad couple we had met in Migración. They told us what they had for phones: cells phones you buy minutes for as you need them. A pay as you go system. So off we went to another Telcel "office." I'm usually the talking person, but I get all trembly and tongue tied in the face of technology, so el sr J had to carry the day, and he did it quite admirably. We almost know how to work them. We can at least call each other successfully. Here they are in and out of their boxes:
By the way, Telcel is owned by Carlos Slim, el hombre más rico del mundo. Just love giving him more money.
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