When you live in Mexico, whenever you return to visit the U.S. certain things will stand out that you don’t notice when you live in the U.S full-time.
Some things are in America’s favor; like the variety in the grocery stores or the efficiency of most customer service operations now that those workers are better trained (remember the old days when they'd actually fight with you? Ah...those were the good old days).
What also strikes you when you come back to the U.S from Mexico is the relentless greed that often masquerades as capitalism. When you live in the States, you get numb and submit, or gird your loins for defensive and if necessary, offensive measures. Here are some other instances of pure greed that I particularly notice during specific periods at home.
At tax time, shop around for accountants
One of reasons I travel back to Denver in early spring is submit tax filings. Even if you live in Mexico full-time, if you have a passport, you most likely have to pay income taxes. Trying to explain my lifestyle and the deductions I feel I should take is always a load of fun too.
Last year my former CPA decided to go into consulting. I learned via the U.S mail that I would need to find a new accountant. A few were referred.
Running it by some friends, they felt she’d been over-charging me anyway, but she seemed to empathize with a woman who, like her, was over 50 and had a business. I was willing to pay a little more for that camaraderie, along with technical prowess and professionalism. The “Mexico Factor” makes my tax circumstances a bit...well, unusual.
When I called the CPA she referred, he quoted me still 30% more than I’d been paying her, although my income and tax situation were identical to last year. Smelling something foul, I was fortunate to surface a name of another CPA after considerable digging.
In less than a minute, she reviewed my filings and saw a major red flag in last years filing that would require a re-filing of last years return. She then quoted me 25% of what I’d just been quoted by the first referred CPA, not 25% less, but rather 25% of of the total of what his quote had been. The rate was one third what I’d paid my original CPA, the empathetic one.
Was the first quote greed or capitalism? You tell me.
Incidentally, fallacies in choosing a CPA include former IRS employees make the best tax accountants, and that CPA’s are always better than non-CPA’s. Neither is true, young people. My only audit was of a return prepared by a former IRS accountant.
The cleverest accountant I ever had was not a CPA. The only reason she still doesn't prepare my taxes was my discomfort in a good friend knowing so many details of my financial situation. Sometimes I like to pretend I'm rich. Sometimes I like to pretend I'm poor, without the raised eyebrows.
The Six-Pounder - A new car salesman’s ultimate achievement
When I moved to Mexico, I decided to give up my car. UBER, Lyft, ZipCars and Denver’s light rail made owning a car unnecessary. My apartment in LODO in downtown Denver makes owning a car both expensive and a nightmare of finding parking, garaging and avoiding stoned pedestrians. In Mexico, I use taxis, Mexico's Uber and the bus system.
I’d be terrified of ever buying a new car again, especially after learning about the “The Six-Pounder,” as explained to me by a friend who worked for three months at a Lexus dealership in California.
A 1, 2, or 3, and so on “pounder” is car sales slang referring to how many thousands of dollars a dealership makes in selling a car. In this case, my friend was hailed as god within the dealership for unknowingly making a six-pounder, selling a car for $6,000 profit within the first two weeks of his brand new career.
I say unknowingly because the whole dealership was involved in the hosing, from the trade-in, to the financing, the unnecessary add-ons like undercoating to finally the price of car.
Much like the movie The Wolf of Wall Street, the bigger the hosing, the greater the celebration in the dealership. Capitalism or greed? You tell me. (In his defense, my friend called the customer when he found out what a six-pounder was, negotiated the purchase down on behalf of the buyer and quit).
In Mexico, you might see rip-offs, but their culture lacks the high-fiving jubilance of ours.
Your phone carrier rips you off every month
In a previous post, I already wrote about how moving to Mexico provided the motivation and patience to find an alternative to the systematic skewering we receive from the major phone carriers such as hidden charges, unexpected contract extensions and their unwillingness to give your money back for unused data.
Capitalism or greed. You tell me.
Unfortunately, most people have no choice. But when in Mexico most the year you are driven toward options and the people who know them.
Always having to be alert to roaming charges and tracking every minute you’re on the phone to people in the States isn’t worth the trouble, so most people depend largely on Skype, Magicjack and other internet-based options.
The more you travel back and forth, the more you learn about them (young Uber drivers in both countries are good people to ask too, for some reason).
It’s inconvenient at first. Porting and re-porting of numbers, setting up of Google Voice or Magic Jack, getting your cell phone to ring and figuring out internet dead zones is a hassle. However, the satisfaction you will experience from not being bent over every month is totally worth it.
Once you realize how you're being robbed, beating the system will give you three times the pleasure that saving $100/month does.
The mother of them all: Our healthcare cartel
(And you think Mexican cartels are scary?)
The drug Sovaldi is used to treat patients with Hepatitis C. The 12-week treatment costs $84,000 or more in the United States, compared to $46,000 in Germany. In other countries, including Egypt and in India, the same drug costs $900*.
The same soul-less gouging is widely reported in medical devices and hardware. We should be rioting in the streets. By the time we’re old enough to be affected, we’re too sick and cripple to riot. Capitalism or Greed? No question here.
In Mexico, I can go to a doctor for $35. An excellent healthcare plan with a private insurer in Mexico costs $1,400/year. Drugs are usually a fraction of the cost. Americans have provided pharmaceutical companies with their windfall profits, enabling them to sell their drugs to other countries at reasonable prices.
I have even read articles that we should be grateful for the opportunity to provide these poorer countries with such a reasonable deal. I'm not there yet. Doctors without Borders decided not to take the "bribes" of pharmaceutical companies anymore to call international attention to the obscenely high cost of vaccines.
These are not luxury goods
I have gladly paid outrageous prices for haircuts and rewarded myself at Nordstrom. You go into these purchases with a different frame of mind. You go to treat yourself to something special. You wouldn’t be there nor have to be if you didn’t accept that.
Cars, phones and healthcare are necessities not luxuries, you shouldn’t have to fight so much and monitor every transaction for these services like an CIA operative. In Mexico, much less of my time is spent on such surveillance.
These fights take their toll
It’s not just the blatant greed but the energy expenditure. As a middle-income person, the daily battle of the researching what you should be reasonably charged, navigating unfamiliar websites, talking to customer service people and managing your frustration adds an already stressful lifestyle.
We spend an inordinate amount of time defending ourselves against these excesses that we'd all rather spend taking care of ourselves, our families and our friends.
The older you get and the more you are exposed to big things like suffering, fear, illness, job loss and heartbreak, the less fired up you are about suiting up and assuming the mantle of potential aggressiveness it often takes to win these battles.
The car salesman and the guy behind the AT&T desk are fighting their own battles, battles you know nothing about. They need a job and are doing what they're told.
Understanding that, you approach the negotiation with as much civility as you can muster, as you dream of throwing a molotov cocktail at the executives and boards behind and above them.
Looking ahead, I can see myself one day lacking the energy and resourcefulness necessary to “rage against the machine” anymore. That's when I will make Mexico permanent.
Mexico really is different
Mexico is far from perfect but you sense a beating heart. They have price controls on basic food items. They subsidize air conditioning costs to a certain level of usage. Phone rates are reasonable. Vendors aren’t taxed until they bleed.
While individual Mexicans can be opportunistic with a naive American, you don’t see the level of organizational greed that has become so endemic as to be normal part of life at home.
Once you learn the ropes in Mexico, and I hope this website and blog gives you a head start, you can put down your shield and spear, walk down to the palapas and think about a nice sunset.
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