Wednesday, July 12, 2006
A thoroughly Mexican delivery
So, I come back to the trailer to let Jamie know all this and I am really wanting to go to Leon (it is 56km away) and talk to the people in Leon personally, as I know that generally you really can’t get anything done unless you talk face to face. So we load up the kids, the car and head to Leon. On the way to finding the UPS facility, we pass Nirvana on Earth for Jamie, an AutoZone. Well, to be specific, we don’t pass it, but pull into the parking lot and stop there. We find a gato (in addition to ‘cat’, ‘gato’ also means jack, as in car jack or bottle jack or something to make the car go up so you can take the tire off). And the price is excellent for Mexico. Jamie loads up on some $100+ of needed items and off we head to UPS. Our $100 stop at AutoZone has placed us at UPS almost immediately after their lunch (2pm to 4pm) break, so I quiz the drivers arriving and leaving and they both promise (one in a VW bus painted ala UPS) they don’t have my package. The clerk comes back and listens to my tale of woe and is adamant that the package is NOT lost. As a matter of fact, he contracted out the package to an agency as the RV park was outside the limits of Guanajuato centro and UPS does not personally deliver outside the center. Just wait at the campestre, he advises, it will come. Not only that, he says, but the package left Leon UPS YESTERDAY. No, they didn’t update the computer system; that would only serve to inform me. Well, this is all news to me, as DF UPS said that Leon UPS said the package was lost. So, I ask him if he can call the agency. I’m a bit suspicious as the only reason that an agency could be involved would be if UPS knew that the CP was wrong; that the CP should have been something different. And they didn’t know that until a few hours earlier; not yesterday. So, something was wrong; either in DF or with this guy. He asks me to give him 10 minutes to eat. I’m shocked, as he just came back from a 2 hour lunch break, but I figure he is looking for a way to find the package, or knows where it is and doesn’t want me to know he knows or he needs to get it out of pawn. Who knows.
So we sit at the car with the kids and wait. Quickly he comes out of the office and says he has (SURPRISE) located the package! And it is in Leon! And we can pick it up! And it turns out to be the weirdest deal of all; he gives us directions to a Pemex station where we’ll meet the driver of the agency truck who will hand over our package. At this point, I don’t really care who was doing what with whom and I just want the damn brake controller so we can get to Zacatecas. As we’re leaving, he stresses, “don’t pay them anything!”. All I can do is laugh at this point, the retrieval of the package has become so comical. So, we head to the Pemex and whaddayaknow, just as we pull in, a guy flags us down and brings us the package. All is fine and I even signed what might be a log-book. The only surprising part to me? That someone actually showed up at the Pemex station.