Check Points

And the moon, full, the tide at ebb, the black asleep, and the mail not delivered while it's raining. I had one woman with a perpetual sneer on her face tell me I was all screwed-up and must have put the wrong address on the envelope or the US mail lost it...

I whipped-out the MexPost signature verification receipt and she turned white with rage - the signature was hers. "No entienes nada ni papa" pretty much sealed my fate - not a groseria but close.