Getting a Phone Jack Installed in Mexico (or How to Put Missionary Kids to Work)

We recently moved to a house in a different part of Torreon. We've spent the last month or so getting settled in. Like most places we've lived in during our time in Mexico, this one came with a few surprises. Fortunately, none of these have been too serious, not like the hundreds of cockroaches living in our water system in our previous home, but I digress...

One of the things we wanted to change involved the phone hookup. There was just one phone jack in the house, located right by the front door. We wanted another jack installed in our office upstairs, so Mike called the phone company here and asked to have one hooked up. Sure, they said, no problem.

Three weeks later, there was still no phone jack. Mike tried calling the company a few times and they gave us the runaround, again and again.

Now. This is not that surprising in Mexico. We've lived here long enough to know that a few more phone calls were probably not going to get us anywhere. So we moved on to Plan B.

Mike and Trinity went down to the phone company. Trinity sat on Daddy's lap while he spoke with an employee there. After hearing Trinity chatter in Spanish and oohing and ahhing over her blonde hair, the kind employee said to Mike, "I'll see what I can do."

The phone jack was installed the next day.