In a great example of the few screwing up something for the many, I had my hot pot taken last night. This comes in the wake of someone's "fixed" hot pot catching the property office on fire a couple weeks ago.
Our hot pots bring water almost to a boil, but some people ant the max, so they take them apart and short them out so there is no temperature detection. Of course, you have to keep an eye on these because they are prone to catch fire like in the property office.
After the fire - not a big one, by the way - some guards have taken it upon themselves to prevent fires everywhere, which is actually a good thing. The bad comes when some of those officers begin to take unattended hot pots instead of simply unplugging them like most officers do.
Last night I went to church after filling my hot pot with water to cook with when I got back. The water in my pot, at its hottest, will not even blister your tongue. Yet, upon my return from the service, my hot pot was missing. After a near-unintelligible conversation with an African officer, I received my confiscation papers.
I'm not worried about the hot pot because I know I'll get it back on Monday, but it's annoying to have to go through the trouble of dealing with meddlesome guard and no hot cooking water.
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