And I Can Embarrass Myself Even When Searching for a Scooter

I have been relying on Nicole for rides to pretty much everywhere I go.  You can't really walk anywhere here.  I mean, maybe to the mechanic but that's about it.  I decided to stay here in Costa Rica for another three months, and so I am in the market for a scooter.  Yesterday I went and looked at one, but the guy hadn't paid the Marchamo (yearly registration) for it.  Because of that I couldn't even take it for a test drive.  FAIL.

Today at lunch I noticed a local newspaper on the counter just as we were leaving.  I thumbed through it and found some Classified Ads and a few scooter listings.  I didn't want to ask if I could take their whole newspaper, but thought they might let me take the Ad page with me.  So I walked up to the counter and asked in Spanish,

"Can I take just one page?  I don't need all.  Just one page."  And I held it up so he could see what I was asking for:

Only I didn't show him that page.  That page was facing me.  Not until I got out to the car did I see what I really held up in his face.  The 'backside' of the scooter ads.  (Pun intended):

"I just really only need this one page."