The Rivas Texaco
I am hesitant to discuss a recent occurrence because I really don’t enjoy folk’s complaints about the difficulties that exist being a Gringo in another country… But my base emotion of anger has trumped my desire for anonymity free of any whining.
I have often stopped at the Rivas Texaco while driving south to CR or to San Juan Del Sur... Be it the familiar business name or quasi half way mark of a trip from Managua. It has always seemed like a reasonable respite.
So last Saturday morning struck out to the Border to get my renewed 30 day permission for my car.
This time however I had just completely topped off my car at the Esso in Masaya... So not really needed to stop, I fell into prior routine and not knowing what would occur on this border crossing, I choose to top off my tank and go relieve myself of Nicaragua’s finest breakfast beverage.
Pulling up I noticed remarkably that rather than the usual single or even a second attendant at each pump, there were six red shirt Texaco attendants at the pump Island I was pulled up at. For a second I thought that the Sandis were opting to protest at Texaco as well as the roundabouts.
So after a warm 6 man welcome I requested that they fill my gas tank, and I explicitly told them it was nearly full so stop at 200 Cords whichever came first. I then hurriedly headed to the lovely accommodations provided for urinating which has all the allure of what I imagine a correctional facility might be like.
After immediately returning and I assure no additional time was spent lingering in the rest room I discovered that I had purchased 877 cordovas of Regular gas. Now I know I committed the greatest sin in Nicaragua which is not to mind the gas station attendants like Goalie in some convoluted sporting event, but this was egregious. I knew without a doubt that this was theft or I had a puncture in my tank. Not noticing a puddle of gas at my feet the first option was all that remained.
Now I went out of my way to identify the issue and said it wasn’t accurate but rather than make a federal case here I simply elected to pay the crooks. Choosing not to use the additional cash on hand for this unplanned theft, I choose to put it on my visa card, the Kafka like set of events was now fully in place because today I discovered that additional 120 dollars was charged to purchase a cell phone. I haven’t used that card in Nicaragua for over 4 months and that was the only time I have used it since.
Take heed and learn from my mistake… Keep your eye on your attendant and for god’s sake don’t let this guy near your Visa.
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