I am pow­er­less. I mean, I have no pow­er. I mean I have no elec­tric­i­ty!

It seems I for­got to pay a bill (although I do have the lat­est one, and it says I owe noth­ing), and the pow­er guys came fri­day and shut it of­f.

No big deal, I can pay it on mon­day, but what hap­pens in the week­end... well, I am not go­ing to let a USD 12 bill get me an­noyed, so I de­cid­ed to move to a ho­tel for the week­end.

Mind you, a cheap hotel, but it's clean, has ca­ble tv and break­fast is in­clud­ed. And some­one else changes the sheets for clean ones.

So, I did. What do you know, the ho­tel is full of in­ter­est­ing peo­ple one meets over break­fast. And I have the right way to get a con­ver­sa­tion rolling:

Me: Where are you from?

Tourist: Colom­bi­a/Mex­i­co/Brazil/Nether­land­s/What­ev­er. How about you?

Me: I live 5 blocks from here, but I think they cut my elec­tric­i­ty by mis­take, and am stay­ing here for the week­end.

You can, I sup­pose, imag­ine where that goes.

Com­ing to­mor­row or next day, a pic­ture of the hotel's wal­l-em­bed­ded TV re­mote. You won't be­lieve it.