After The End Of The World....

Here is how the world looks to me:
The Beginning: Happy.  I leave the Ranch in Elsie the Land Cruiser with new brakes.  Happy.  :45 down the road, smells like...burning?  Smells like...oh nothing.  Smells like... Smoke!  Having put on my fancy city dress, I bolt after pulling the Elsie over, taking in the pretty pink flowers that have just bloomed.  Here is your country song of the day, " I wuz driving down the country road with my fancy dress on and at mile marker 182 my iron horse Elsie done got up and died after a spotted pony I nearly rundover made me take stock that I ain't got no brakes! "
The middle:  the special piece of breed here called "El Mecanico" says, " you bought inferior repair pieces to me. It ain't my fault that the billowing smoke and tire burning done took place lady....here be your keys and a good day to you and Elsie both."  Remind me to put him on Santa's bad list.
The Middle:  return in cab to Gallo MAS Gallo, a fourth tier hock-selling inferior product shop that says, "well madam, while it does appear that you did indeed purchase a very nice surround sound system for your hacienda and it did not come with the instruction manual or remote....we surely do apologize for the inconvenience but we take the remotes and manual out of the aforementioned packages, fine quality Chinese crap and put them in a refrigerator out down near the pasture.  You just wait on us another 2 hours or so whilst we locate said pasture and deliver into you the aforementioned products rightfully yours."  Shop for very nice spring onions in the world's dirtiest market.  Meet and greet many a nice folk who want to separate me from my money purse, seeing as such I have my city dress on.
The end:  catch a ride with some cowboys with a pick up truck and stop to visit Elsie at MM 182.  She ain't got no brakes and is like a runaway train heading downhill....with no brakes.  The plan is hatched that one long horn honk and a flash or lights means I'm aiming to make contact with hide or hair or metal.  That said, and a long dusty trail back to the Ranch, all interested parties go their separate ways.  A good bottle of wine is drunk, and now the fucking cable is out after the repair man came calling this afternoon. Precious.
Now, the good stuff....
 I catch a ride with departing hotel guests, abandoning Elsie at the side of the road with a kiss and a growl.  Shop at two supermarkets where they hold my loot until I get around to picking it up.  The tricycle driver who watched me rip a new air hole in the mechanics throat and still tricked me back to
The electronics store.  Francisco at Gallo Mas Gallo, who patiently waited 20 minutes until I found a cab to go back to the Supermarkets.  The two gas attendants who have held money for our taxi driver with full trust, and their receiving what I think to be their first Christmas bonus of $25 and the look of appreciation on their faces.  The gallant Rudolfo who talked to me throughout the day and made me laugh at my good/bad luck.  My never-failing husband who held the fort down, against all odds of his own, and managed to hug and kiss me after a weird and retro day.
Maya! Whatta day!