Move Over San Miguel De Allende Here I Come – Part II
I thought I would write a follow-up to my column, Move Over San Miguel de Allende Here I Come, since this is the only thing, writing, that prevents from committing murderous acts of rage (Just Joking!) As you recall from the previous column, I wrote how I tried to deposit a royalty check from my publisher and was told the check would clear on four different dates. We were shown, last week, on their computer screen that the funds would be available on the 18th of December.
Well, today is the 18th. We marched down to the bank and, of course, in the truest sense of TMO (Typical Mexican Operation) the funds were not available. We went into the bank so I could seize a bank officer and choke him (just kidding!). No, we talked to this guy who thought it cute to mumble at us. He actually told us something entirely new.
He said that the 18th did not really mean the 18th but it meant sometime after 6 p.m. on the 18th but before mid-night on the 18th andandmaybe even the 19th.
CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS?
This my dear readers is what we anal-retentive Americans (and strung-tighter-than-piano wire...