He wanted to show me what my duty as a “good wife” was, and I wanted my husband admitted. He seemed like the type that would have denied admittance if he couldn’t first throw his superiority around. <shrugs>
My minor grimace yesterday...
I’ve talked before how I love San Miguel, and my only dislike is having to drive to Centro occasionally. We had gone down there Monday to add husband to bank account, and was told I could come back myself in a couple of days to pick up his debit card.
Yesterday I left at 2:15 drove down the hill at a max of 14 km per hour circled forever and finally found a spot about a km from the bank, uphill walking all the way. Got to bank, waited a while. Was told that the person who could give me my card was off today, come back tomorrow.
Walked back to car to find a parking patrol person just finishing up writing me a ticket, even though I was clearly in the permitted parking area. She had already removed the plate off my car. I am just thankful I caught her before she left. If I hadn’t it would have been a days project getting it back.
Instead all she had to do was go through the motions, ask me if I “wanted to pay it now” and she walked and I followed her driving around the corner where I handed her 400 pesos and she handed me back my license plate.
Got back home at 3:45, drove a total of 3 miles, out $20, nothing accomplished.