Gasman

Here in Mexico, gas does not arrive by tubes in the street. At least in none of the places where Armonía works. Instead it comes around on the back of 19,000L tankers which are always accompanied by a gassy smell. For some reason I doubt their structural integrity and generally try to stay clear of them…
There are a variety of different companies which come down our road at ridiculous hours of the day, blaring music to get our attention. And we have a good choice even if we’ve been told not to trust their measurements (they often give you less than they sell you).
The other day, there I was, waiting by the front gate the other day armed with my calculator and ready to do [Spanish] mathematical battle with whoever was going to try to sell me short. When I heard a new advertisement. As the tanker turned into our road the unmistakable Batman theme music was very audible. It went something like:
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na. Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na. GASMAN! Gasman! GASMAN!
That made my day, that did.