
Bubba
Jun 21, 2004, 11:01 AM
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Actually, Adrian, your wife and mine have a lot in common. The last time we were in the Mexican Consulate in San Francisco applying for a visa for a trip to Mexico (she is a French citizen and this was the 80s) and the feckless bureaucrats got on her nerves, when she finished with them I had to convince them that she was insane in order to get a visa in time to board the plane to Cancun. Then, just recently she let a Mexico City cop know of her disdain when he stopped our California vehicle under false pretenses. Friends of ours who are Mexican Nationals who moved to the states and were very successful financially there, told us that they are harassed more than foreigners at the border because of resentment against Mexicans who go to the states, are successful and dare to come back. Apparently there is a nickname locals have for those who do this that is not very nice. Oh, and the discourse with the Mexico City cops went something like this. "You are driving with the wrong numbered license plate for a Thursday! That will cost you $4,000 Pesos" "But, officer, today is a national holiday so that rule does not apply, even if it did, that is an outrageous ticket. We demand that you take us to the district police station to discuss this." "Well, you are right, of course, today is a national holiday and, thus, the police station is closed but you changed lanes back there without signalling and I'm giving you a ticket and I will also need to take your driver's license." (We had not changed lanes at all since we were lost and creeping along in the slow lane looking for the autopisto north.) Of course, my wife says, "So take the Godamned license and give us your (Steenkeeng) badge numbers!", "Now, now, darling, that is my driver's license you are giving away", says I. "Hell, they don't have the authority to take your license, he's bluffing!" Yes, I know but these two guys are dangerous thugs. This is the infamous DF, not Guadalajara, you know. Our Mexican friends warned us to skirt Mexico City on this journey as would they. But no, we could save time by driving through the city. " "So, tell me officer, how much is the ticket for failing to signal a lane change?" "Well, that is only a $2,000 Peso ticket." "That's outrageous!" "OK, so how much will you give me?" (It was late and we needed to get to Queretaro before dark. Also, we were hopelessly lost near the airport.) " We'll give you $200 pesos." "$400 pesos and not a centavo less." "OK, we say, here is the deal. We will pay your multa for $400 Pesos if you will give us an escort to the autopisto to Queretaro." "That's a deal!" So, friends, off we took with Mexico City's finest ladrones, sirens blasting and lights blinking furiously, easily passing all other traffic until we reached the autopista north. We pulled into Queretaro at dusk. Now, lest some of you get sanctimonious about Bubba shelling out the $400 Pesos for an escort out of town, or indignant about corruption in Mexico, let me remind you that Bubba grew up so far back in the piney woods of South Alabama that they had to ship in the kudzu. Here is some free advice. If some deputy sheriff Billy Bob type pulls you over on some lonely county road anywhere in the Deep South of the United States and wants a bribe to allow you to continue your journey, give it to him, move on and thank God you can still breath. Remember, he has a gun.
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