What do you mean "Ojos Así" was on "Dónde Están los Ladrones?" but "Eyes Like Yours (Ojos Así)" (i.e. the English version) was on Laundry Service?

I can't even blame this on Napster; I have the CDs (somewhere).

I remember I lived in New Mexico when Laundry Service came out, and people complained her Spanish was "weird" when I would play it, but I think it was more that she didn't sound Mexican and less that she was using a lot of Colombian words? I wish my ear was better.

I've had that exact dish! It was so sweet it burned.

My family did glorified rice, which was basically the same thing, but with rice in it.

...and the piece de resistance, the wild rice stuffing with oysters and craisins, cooked inside the turkey. Still one of the worst things I've ever eaten in my life.
The only consolation I had was that my parents who only ate bland Midwestern food were even less happy about all of it.

My family didn't really do traditional Thanksgiving stuff, other than turkey. When I was 12, we went to my mother's best friend's house. You have to imagine my face when we were served green bean casserole, sweet potato marshmallow, cranberry sauce with wine & candied oranges, dry skinless turkey...

Yeah, a lot of parents where I lived seemed to do that, for some reason. And notably, one friend's parents would never let us talk to him. We asked him directly if he wanted us to stop calling or if there was some reason for it and he always said, "no." Puzzling.

Relatable!

I'd like to think my legacy was making a whole dealership change their number, but my only part in it was just...literally not being them? People used to get so angry. Sometimes it would get so I'd recognize their voices and hang up. I imagine by the time they actually called the right number...

On the other hand, there was a je ne sais quoi to it.
Once we were expecting a call from a particular person, so I answered it using their (bizarrely specific) phone script. But before I could even halfway in, a dude screamed into the phone, "I want to buy a Ford truck!!!!"
I laughed until I cried.

My parents refused to ever change their phone number for reasons I can't fathom. I think they had it for 25 years?
I found out later that the dealership ended up changing *theirs.*

I would even patiently try to explain to them the number of the dealership and what they did wrong, but they never listened. They'd call back, over and over, and I'd get yelled at for not answering the phone.
My parents: I don't know what your problem is with phone calls
Me: *internal screaming*

Just to make things more surreal, fully 90% of the calls my parents received for the last six years I lived at home were for a car dealership that had the same number, but with two digits reversed. 99% of people who had mistakenly dialed would yell at me and/or argue that *I* was wrong somehow.

Then there was making calls - as a kid this meant having to memorize a particular script for each parent that might answer the phone at the place you were calling. I accidentally addressed a friend's mother (her father insisted on "sir" ) as "ma'am" and she hung up on me.

The best part is that different people had completely different ideas! Before caller id there was no way to know what minefield you were walking into, either.