calling costa rica, or, carlos, marry me?

this afternoon my boss calls. from south america.

"i need you to do me a favor and it is kind of weird."

good start.

"i left my wallet in this cab-" oh shit, i'm thinking, i am going to have to call cab companies to try and find this wallet which has certainly disappeared into the criminal underground and then I'M going to have to disappear into the criminal underground to find it and WHAT IF I NEVER RETURN?? "-and these people brought it back to me-" bullet DODGED "-and i need you to find them and get their home address so i can send them a thank you note."

"..."

"they are just checking into the hampton inn, at the airport. google it."

"..."

"call and see if they can connect you to their room to get their home address. i don't know the last name but his first name is rich and he's my age and he's from san diego and he has his daughter jessica with him who's in ninth grade."

"..."

"and just try. i mean i hugged them and thanked them so it's ok if it's not possible but try to get their address. rich the firefighter from san diego and jessica in 9th grade."

so i call this hampton inn and SURPRISE everyone there is speaking espanol and i'm like, "no bueno, ingles por favor," and finally CARLOS gets on the phone and I LOVE HIM because he can hable ingles.

i didn't get a hold of these people but carlos took a message for them to call me when they get back to the states.

so i just want to say CARLOS IF YOU ARE OUT THERE, CALL ME. let's be bff and if you're not married already maybe you can marry me if eben's ok with it just so you could stay here (i mean, if you wanted to) but NO FUNNY STUFF.