Monday, June 08, 2009
I Hate When This Happens
A few weeks ago at approximately 11 pm on a Friday night we settled in to watch the news. I normally never make it through the entire news but I wanted to catch Jay Leno's last night of the Tonight Show.
So there we both sat, taking in the lead-off news story, when everything suddenly went black. Not just dark...pitch black. I could not see just a few inches in front of me.
We grabbed our mini flashlights and investigated. Looking out the windows told us nothing, so I fed the cats (they have a routine). I had one window that I hadn't checked and that is when I saw some red lights flashing up the street. There are a lot of accidents at that particular area and someone is forever knocking down the road signs. That's a T intersection and when they get to the end of the road, they just keep going, crossing our road, and driving into the field after plowing through all the road signs. That happens quite routinely so we're used to seeing them laying over all the time.
Meanwhile, my husband called the utility company to see what the problem was and to try to find out how long we would be without power. My one and only worriment was the 14 cu.ft. freezer in the basement full of food. We were told someone hit a telephone pole, sheared it off, and that all the wires were down. The woman didn't know where it happened or when the power would come back on. Wonderful. Just what I needed. So I went to bed.
The power was off almost eight hours. Eight hours, people! That's a long time. Luckily the food in the freezer stayed frozen because it is packed almost full. We didn't open the refrigerator until well after the power came back on.
I know this isn't the greatest story. But the cause for the power outage is. You see, it was a 21-year-old boy/man who was quite drunk. When he pulled out of the side road he was on, he never straightened out his wheel and went up an embankment and got acquainted with the telephone pole. He totalled his car. This is the fifth car he has totalled. Whether he was drunk each time we don't know. And to make matters worse, his parents (who we know) own the country inn right down the street from us. Perhaps that is where he learned to drink so well.
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