The Dr. Pepper in Mexico

So I just had to share this story about a friend and her husband and a little misunderstanding they had. All identities have been changed to protect the innocent.

M. (as we'll call her) is originally from Northern Mexico, and met her husband, we'll call him T., when she came to America to learn English. T. had never been to Mexico when they met, so he had lotsssssssssssss of questions for her, like (and I can't remember all of them, but these are the types of questions):

Do they have kitchens in Mexico?
What do you sit on?
Are there roads there?

You get the picture.

She was apparently continually amazed by the kinds of things T. dreamed up that they might not have in Mexico. But when he asked her one night "Do they have toilet paper in Mexico?", she thought "There is no way he is asking me that. I must have misunderstood (her English still wasn't fantastic at this point). He must have said 'Do they have Dr. Pepper in Mexico?'"

From there, the comedy of errors sounds something like this:

M: No.
T: You're kidding.
M: No, we don't.
T (thinks for a bit): I think when we travel down there we're going to have to drive.
M: Okay, why?
T: Because we're going to have to take those kinds of supplies with us.
M: Um, okay. You know if you're going to take some you should really take a few cases. I promise you could sell it and make money.
T: Really?
M: Oh yeah, we love the stuff down there.
T: You're kidding.
M: No really, whenever we go over the border we love to buy some for ourselves and for everyone we know. They just go crazy over it.
T: Huh.

T. thinks for a bit and then says, "Okay, I just have to ask you one more thing.... What do you do without it?"

M: We drink Coke or Pepsi. What do you mean what do we do without it?

He really had asked if they have TP. I think he has since visited and realized that, other than no Dr. Pepper, he really can be quite comfortable in Mexico.

So be thankful tonight... for your toilet paper... and your Dr. Pepper.
Lindsay