Shopping At The Chihuahua Walmart

by admin | February 20, 2015 9:51 am

CHIHUAHUA CITY, MEXICO — When I told folks I was going to spend a week in Mexico and Big Bend working on a magazine story, a few acted as if I had signed my death warrant. “Are you going to have any security?” one friend asked. No, we didn’t, though there was certainly safety in numbers with five of us working together — including a scientist who lives and works in the city. My brother Scott had the wisest perspective, noting that many millions of people live in Mexico, and the vast majority get through the day just fine. I liked my odds.

I was the first to arrive at the airport in this city of nearly a million people, sprawling across the desert, so I hailed a cab to get to the downtown hotel. I practiced my utterly inadequate Spanish on the driver, which is possibly why he gave me a brand-new deck of playing cards, illustrated with Mexican figures and iconic symbols, such as a string of chilè peppers and a fellow with a guitar. Maybe he hoped it would shut me up. I would be in deep trouble trying to play poker with these cards, since I couldn’t figure out what, for example, was the jack of spades. I thanked him with a generous tip.

My afternoon was free, so I set off to explore after I checked into the Quality Inn. The city plaza was just a block away, dominated by a cathedral with twin spires and a dome, lots of pigeons competing for space with little children chasing the birds. Parents licked ice cream cones while keeping a watchful eye on their kids. I slipped into the small chapel adjoining the cathedral and sat for a few minutes, reflecting on the unlikely series of events that had brought me to this place. And I felt safe.

Behind the hotel, rows of storefronts displayed cowboy boots — the most I have seen in one place. The prices were very reasonable, but I’m not a cowboy boot kind of guy, so I just inhaled the rich smell of leather and walked on.

The following day was spent talking to folks in the desert sun, at the end of which I realized sun block was an absolute necessity. There were several stores downtown, but none opened until 9 a.m. or 10 a.m., and we were set to leave at 8. I Googled “Walmart,” and figured out the store opened at 7 and was only 10 minutes away by cab. Then I figured how to say “Please wait for me” in Spanish — esparame, por favor, and hailed a cab conveniently waiting outside the hotel at 6:45.

Walmart was located in a much newer part of the city, a shopping district that also contained a Home Depot and even a Starbucks. If I squinted a certain way to block out the signs in Spanish, it looked like I was in Longview. Such is the homogenization of much of the world. The taxi driver kindly agreed to wait.

The doors to Walmart were wide open, but most of the lights were off. A strong smell of disinfectant assaulted my nostrils. Nobody was at a cash register, and a few women were still mopping the floors. I found a young man stocking shelves toward the back. I had no idea how to say sun block in Spanish. I tried alto del sol, which in my head translated to “stop the sun,” but later learned I was saying “high sun.” As he looked at me blankly, I began goofily pantomiming the sun frying my nose and me rubbing stuff on it. That unexpectedly worked, and he pointed me in the right direction. I definitely felt like Graham Green’s “Ugly American.”

Next step was to grab a couple gray T-shirts priced at $69.99, because it turned out to be hotter than forecast. The price shook me for a second, until I remembered this was in pesos though a dollar sign was used. So, at the current exchange rates I was paying under $5 for a shirt. Then I began hunting for an extra memory card for my digital recorder. It was under lock-and-key, so I started searching for someone with a key.

This took about 10 minutes, during which I remained the only customer in the store, and the lights remained dimmed. I don’t think I have ever been the only customer in a Walmart. The stores in our town stay open 24/7, and I doubt they are ever empty. I guess people sleep a little later in Chihuahua than they do in East Texas.

I paid with plastic, something like $754 in pesos and walked out, still the only customer in the nearly 30 minutes it took to buy four items. The cab driver was waiting patiently. He also received a generous tip for his time. I lathered up with sunblock, ready for another day in the desert.

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