Months back a kid fell into an uncovered manhole at a resort. The authorities blamed the resort and held them responsible for the accident. Shouldn’t the person who has deliberately removed the iron grille and left the dangerous hole uncovered be accountable for the accident?
With scrap metal in great demand, no wonder many have carved up a new career as metal collectors. These metal collectors wandered around housing estates in their lorries with an assistant. Not everyone is qualified to be a metal collector. They are a special breed of people scavenging a living from victimizing unlucky house owners. They possess extraordinary skills. Sharp eyes and nose that can spot ‘anything metal’ from far and with the instinct to sense whether house owners or neighbours are around. To be their assistant, you have to be brave. If a sleeping dog wakes up suddently, you have to outrun it! If it takes a sample of your fresh for tasting, make sure you are inoculated against rabies. If you want to cart away their sports rims, you must practice hurdling before venturing into their house compounds. Jumping over gates is no problem then. Now a new breed of them has emerged. These are small timers working alone, bicycling around. Who are they? Mostly Bangladeshis.
These metal collectors work independently, selling their hot collectibles to licensed agents who then export them overseas. Now that metal thefts are spiralingly out of control, our government has decided to appoint a “government subsidiary company who will be the only agent authorised to buy scrap metal from the sellers”.
Whatever job you take on there is always a stop to refilling your rice bowl. We in Malaysia like to play monopoly.
With scrap metal in great demand, no wonder many have carved up a new career as metal collectors. These metal collectors wandered around housing estates in their lorries with an assistant. Not everyone is qualified to be a metal collector. They are a special breed of people scavenging a living from victimizing unlucky house owners. They possess extraordinary skills. Sharp eyes and nose that can spot ‘anything metal’ from far and with the instinct to sense whether house owners or neighbours are around. To be their assistant, you have to be brave. If a sleeping dog wakes up suddently, you have to outrun it! If it takes a sample of your fresh for tasting, make sure you are inoculated against rabies. If you want to cart away their sports rims, you must practice hurdling before venturing into their house compounds. Jumping over gates is no problem then. Now a new breed of them has emerged. These are small timers working alone, bicycling around. Who are they? Mostly Bangladeshis.
These metal collectors work independently, selling their hot collectibles to licensed agents who then export them overseas. Now that metal thefts are spiralingly out of control, our government has decided to appoint a “government subsidiary company who will be the only agent authorised to buy scrap metal from the sellers”.
Whatever job you take on there is always a stop to refilling your rice bowl. We in Malaysia like to play monopoly.
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