By love, I mean despise.
And to be sure, when I say that I want to tenderly hold you in my arms, I mean it in the firebombing-in-the-dead-of-night sense.
In order to get myself reinstated as the correct owner at my address (see previous), I had to pay a security deposit — as if I were a brand new tenant who’d never dealt with Mishawaka Utilities before. Mind you, this is regardless of the fact that I’ve been at this location for the past three years. Sure, I’ve had a couple disconnects due to shaky finances in the past, but that doesn’t warrant having to pay another security deposit just because some monkey was high when he told the company where he lived… *I* didn’t screw up, here.
The fantastic thing is that Mishawaka Utilities is the only electric company around here, so their attitude is frequently a lot like SBC Ameritech’s; namely, they don’t give a fuck.
So I either pay, or get no electric.
*sigh*
