Small Town Bureaucracy
The alcalde (mayor) is thirty minutes late. He's supposed to come and inspect the premises and let us know if we can do business here. In the meantime we're watching daytime TV, one half hour of which is described below. Now we're on to a novella.
I'm waiting to see how long it is before the little woman decides to go to his office and drag him down here. I'm guessing eleven o'clock.
The alcalde is the ultimate word around these parts unless you appeal to some government agency (regional or federal). The agency then sends a letter to the alcalde asking for an explanation and waits for an answer (thirty days or so). If they don't think he has a valid reason for his decision they can override him. You'd better be sure you're ready to live with the results though.
In other news I've been badgering the mechanic about my car. On Monday he said he'd have the parts and maybe the car would be ready on Tuesday. Yesterday, Tuesday, he said I should come down with another five hundred bucks so he could finish the job. Considering I've already paid over 2,200 out of a 3,000-dollar bill, I told him to either fix the car or I'll be there on Friday with a lawyer. He laughed. It's Wednesday and I'm waiting to hear back from the lawyer.
It's now eleven and we're off to lunch. Afterwards I'll upload and surf while Claudete heads over to the mayor's office.
