A Parallel Universe

Living in Mexico is, at times, like living in a parallel universe.
I had a notice in my P.O.box, telling me it was urgent that I pay my fees and to do that I would need a copy of a household bill and a copy of identification, passport or such like.
Today, armed with all this I stopped by the post office, which is being re-painted in a vile Pepto-Bismol pink.
In the middle of the floor of the room that used to house the mail boxes, a young girl was sorting mail on a rickety wooden table and miraculously found my mail and said
Now you pay
And I went to the other end of the room, where some office workers were lounging on chairs, chatting and looking a wee bit annoyed at being interrupted and said
I would like to pay my fees.
You can't pay today, said one of the workers.
Whyever not ? said I.
Because, today we have no facturas and no facturas, no pay. Come back Monday.
And so I left, did the rest of my shopping and went home to find, on my gate, a note from the telephone company.
I have been waiting two days for them to show, and finally to-day, the day I decide to go to town, is the day they show up.
Please, the note said, call this number 24 hours before the next appointment.
CALL THEM !!!!!!
I had to walk for miles to a public phone to report, I had my neighbors call them, because the frigging line is DEAD
CALL THEM.......... duh.
I calmed myself down and grabbed my cell phone and dialed the number.
My phone is out of money.
It too is dead.
What else, I wonder, can go wrong.