That’s still better than the tortilla salesman who makes the rounds 4 times a day in my Tijuana neighborhood, with a canned announcement about how fucking awesome their tortillas are.
I swear, it starts off with a guy yelling, “Por Vida! Pir Vida! Senoras, aqui! Tortillas de Mi…CHELLE…del PIPILA!” and then launches into a minute-long spiel about awesome tortillas, awesome red sauce, awesome green sauce, awesome this and that. If you’re not inured to it, you want to tear your hair out after a week.
ETA: No matter how you look at it, tortillas are just not that exciting.
