Last night, my building was roped off and surrounded by very relaxed policemen. I know that most normal people would probably say something along the lines of “Excuse me, Officer. What seems to be the problem here?” But I had a delish Palestinian feast to get to so I just said “Buona sera!” And went on my way.
I returned to this:
A big hole? That’s it? That was what needed police supervision? No big deal then.
No big deal until I wanted to take a shower and make some coffee.
Those bastards turned off the gas. That means I have no heat, no hot water, and most importantly, NO STOVE TO MAKE COFFEE.
I completely understand that gas lines often need fixing and that sometimes you will be left without temporary access to life’s little conveniences, but the reason I am so frustrated (aside from the fact that I haven’t had coffee) is because I wandered downstairs to find this infuriating little note:
Basically, it just says “Notice that gas service will be suspended.” Fine, got it.
But the best part is where someone has scratched “alle ore” and simply written “fine lavori.”
Allow me to translate- they have crossed out the end date, and filled in “Until the work is done.”
No. Gas. Service. Until. The. Work. Is. Done.
Let’s all take a minute to remember that they started this work on Saturday, and clearly did not finish their lavori. Today is Sunday. There is no work on Sundays. That means, no hot water, no stove, no heaters until at least Monday.