Hello, May I Speak to Jesus?

It cracks me up every time.

It's just because where I come from there are no guys named Jesus. At least I never met one.

But they have them here in Nicaragua.

Now, it isn't what I would call a common Nicaraguan man's name, but they're lurking around. [Parenthesis: You pronounce it "hey-seuss."]

Recently, I made contact with one of them. A bus driver. I asked for his phone number to make future reservations on his bus.

When it came time to give him a ring . . . I just couldn't do it with a straight face.

"Hello, may I speak to Jesús?"

Another beautiful oddity.