Probaditas de Morelia

My apartment doesn't have a mailbox. Luckily I don't get any mail. But what about the bills? You are dying to know. I sense this question burning deeply in your minds. I will not let you down. There are, it turns out, a few proven solutions to this problem.

1. Mail it anyway and see what happens. The post office here is more like the Pony Express of the 1800's without the ponies or any sense of urgency.
2. Pay your own people to walk around and shove the naked bill, sans envelope, into any available crack or crevice in the front of the house and hope it is found.
   
3. Don't send a bill.

Number 3 is my favorite. I've not paid a penny for cable internet for two months nor heard a peep from anyone. A call to the company confirmed that all systems are normal, they simply don't send bills. So now we wait to see who blinks first in this bloodless war of nerves.

On the flip side, I also can't pay my bills through the mail. A much less amusing problem. On bill day I walk all over the city to the various approved banks and convenience stores who accept payments for each bill. 7-11 for the water bill, a bank for the electricity bill, and if I ever pay it, the tiny cable office that lacks a street number or, according to the recepcionist, a cross street.

I write this not to complain about the reality but to share what could be with those of you frustrated that your local grocery store doesn't offer online billpay.