“Mmm…chocolate” by Kinsee Morlan
I’ve heard of this happening in Tijuana — copper pipes getting stolen from construction sites and even homes.
So, I wasn’t too surprised when I came home yesterday to find that the copper tube that pumps gas to my apartment was stolen. No hot water or cooking for me! I’m on day four of that sort of third-world fun.
Again, though, this is something that is partly my fault in a way. I was watching a house in San Diego for a week and forgot to pay my gas bill. The gas company cut my gas off and took my meter, leaving the copper pipe exposed and prime for the taking.
I am often late paying my bills. See, in TJ the mail system doesn’t operate very well, so all bills must be paid in person. It’s a bitch, to say the least, especially when you don’t know where the hell you’re going. It took me months to figure out where to pay my electricity and I still don’t know where to pay my water bill. It sounds pathetic and ridiculous, I know, but when you work full-time, and the water, gas and electricity facilites are only open from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m., it’s hard to find the time. Arg. I could get frustrated, but I won’t. Living in Tijuana was my choice.