MEXICAN PROMOTIONAL ADVERTISING

At the request of some of my chat members, I was asked to tell this story in more detail.

In light of the Apter "revelation", I thought it would be appropriate to tell about the publications that are printed in Mexico. Maybe Bill Apter learn from them or they learned from Bill Apter but at any rate they don't always get an interview from the wrestler but someone in the office will write or call in the articles for the magazines and/or newspapers.

The new publications came out every Friday but this was my first time in and I didn't speak Spanish and was reliant on the interpreter the office hired to assist me in what was being said and done. On Fridays, I usually wrestled in Arena Mexico which was only about 10 blocks from the hotel I lived in. I didn't have a car with me and was reliant on public transportation (that is another story) to get around town.

Well, before this particular Friday, I had never really bothered to pick up or have many of the papers or magazines read to me. I got up to start my usual routine. I would walk or get a taxi to the restaurant for breakfast, return to the hotel and go to the gym, then lunch and get prepared for the show that night. Very much so ritualistic or so it was.

This particular Friday, I couldn't get a taxi to pick me up, I mean all of them drove by and would cut off their lights or act like they didn't see me and would not give me a ride. No problem, I thought to myself, maybe they are just busy, so I walked to eat breakfast. Not a single waitress would wait on me nor would they speak.

After I sat there for a while, I decided that I should maybe walk back to the hotel and just pick up something at the local store to fix to eat. By that time even a peanut butter sandwich sounded good.

I mean no one would stop and pick me up, so I ended up walking back to the hotel. I had a dentist appointment not to far from where I stayed but not within walking distance and needed a ride there. I couldn't get a taxi to stop so I tried to catch a bus. No sir, the buses would drive right by and leave me standing. They would shut the door if they were stopped when I tried to get on.

After a while, I got the hint. Maybe no one would pick me up. Now I had to walk to the office to see what was going on.

So when I got there, the guy the office hired to baby sit me was there, Adolfo Bonales. He was laughing at what was printed. They had put in the local newspaper that day that I thought that all Mexicans were dirty black people and that they smelled and were lazy.

Man oh man, did I go off like a bottle rocket. After explaining what had happened to me all day long and having to walk every where I went and not getting any rides or any service, I profusely claimed that I wanted a retraction printed ASAP.

The office laughed but complied and had the retraction printed the next day. That eased the tension enough where I could at least get a taxi ride.

      - Ken Timbs