In case anyone is wondering, the Gas & Electric Company does not really have a sense of humor, and are actually rather narrow minded individuals, when it comes to collecting money that is owed to them. I mean who knew they actually meant it, when they said they would shut off the service, if we didn’t pay what they wanted, by the due date. I thought that was just an advertising gimmick like “call before you dig” or a way they chose to network with customers …. and honestly, that lovely little postscript is on every bill. I was going to pay them …geesh it’s just there were a few more impatient organizations in front of them.
#2, who was home at the time, alerted by the dogs doing their best Cujo 1 & 2 impression, in response to the strange man, on our back porch, dismantling the electric meter at 10:00 in the morning, made eye contact with the technician, but didn’t feel it was necessary to inquire why some random dude was on our porch messing with the side of our house. #2 was however, kind enough to promptly notify us that the Xbox no longer worked, as the truck drove from the scene of the crime.
I can assure you that after waiting on hold for 74 fantastic, fun filled, muzak minutes, the good people at the Electric Company will be happy to give you several inner city locations, miles away from your happy little home, where you can bring cash to pay your bill, provided you aren’t grabbed off the streets and mugged in transit. Upon paying them 9/10’s of your outstanding balance, which um hello, if I could have paid that much to begin with, it would be done, thus avoiding today’s forced call to Peggy; the fine electricity Gods will reconnect your service. There will be, what they describe, as a small window of time; 12 to 24 hours, before they can guarantee your service will be back, so dig out those candles gentlemen– we are going to play Pioneerville.
I confess…. budding beginning blogger, and apparent squid, Drea Dibbles, wrote last night’s blog in the dark. Lest you think I’m going all Mrs. Shakespeare on you… we have a construction company. Husband fired up the generator, gathered enough extension cords to hang an army, and forward we marched (ok slowly we felt our way around – but you get the point). We had the refrigerator running, hot water, a hockey game on, a computer and a few select lights on …. just… not simultaneously. We were each assigned our own extension cord to take with us, and could plug it in, to any one thing, as we saw fit. We supplemented with a few candles, but come on, doesn’t the idea of fire and my ADHD boys frighten you, as well.
The real suffering came the following morning, as I walked on the ice cold bathroom tile floor, then bundled in my winter jacket, scarf and gloves, unplugged the alarm clock, drug my extension cord a few rooms over, plugged in the computer, and then posted my blog with numb fingers. Fortunately team work prevailed as husband plugged his extension cord into the hot water heater, and I plugged mine into the very fancy, alas at this point completely dysfunctional, electric temperature controlled shower, so we were able to start the day not smelling like day old yesterday. It was a huge challenge to get dressed in a pitch black closet, while holding a flashlight in your mouth, and no one, had an ample amount of appreciation for the fact that I had a presentable outfit on, AND was wearing matching brown shoes.
All is right with the Gas & Electric world now, and my feet were not forced to walk on ice cold tiles, which I am calling my positive for the rest of the week.
The moral of today’s story is - if you are going to rob Peter to pay Paul, an eventual back alley beat down is probably in your future….
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