Nov 18, 2002, 5:51 PM
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Afternoon, DHL office in Morelia. I hand over two small boxes, still shrinkwrapped, along with a piece of paper on which the recipient’s name, complete address, state, codigo postal, and phone number have been printed. I tell the clerk that I’ll need a DHL box for these items.
"Ajijic esta en Jalisco?"
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“Not until you complete this factura,” she says, sliding a multi-part form to me.
“I do not believe that I am required to complete this factura,” I tell her.
“Oh yes you are,” she retorts, adding that I should keep the figures low to keep the taxes low.
“I am not! And there is no tax.”
“Yes there is. You won’t have to pay the tax, but the recipient will. The tax will be determined at aduana.” Like she’s talking to a retarded child.
“But this is only going to Jalisco.”
“It still has to go through aduana.”
“Since when? You mean to tell me there’s an aduana between Michoacán and Jalisco?”
“It has to go through aduana before it can go to Jalisco.”
“Is this some new kind of law that was enacted while I was sleeping?”
“I’m telling you….this has to go to aduana, and there will be tax on it.”
“And I’m telling you this much. There will not be any tax on this. Understand? It will not have to go to the aduana. It will be delivered directly within the Mexican Republic. There is no duty on shipments of software between Jalisco and Michoacán. I promise you that much. I am not making this up. Believe me.”
The clerk looks at the address again, and says “Ajijic’s in Jalisco?”
To which an old man waiting in line, chimed in, “Yes, Ajijic is in Jalisco, Jalisco is in Mexico, and there is no damn duty!”
The poor clerk turned beet red.
(This post was edited by jenniferrose on Nov 19, 2002, 5:53 PM)