Seven days without electricity. I’ve been up on the roof twice, in the Poinciana tree twice; I’ve hacked at Palm Trees and limbs. (Thankfully, I missed my limbs…)
I decided to call Florida Plunder and Loot, (AKA Florida Power and Light) and report our outage, since the people on the north side of my street have power, and us south siders do not. It’s one thing to be in the dark without AC, but to stare out your front window into the houses across the street as they take hot showers, cook nice meals, and watch their big screen televisions is pure torture. I’m experiencing Electricity Envy.
Every hour I drive around the neighborhood looking for FP&L trucks.
Anyway, I called them today, and a nice man’s voice pretended to record my name, address and phone number. Then the nice mechanical man’s voice checked, and guess what, they found an outage in my area! Of course, I was dialing the special outage line, so I don’t think they had to check that one! Then the nice mechanical man’s voice indicated that this problem has been reported, registered, and he gave me a ref number. He apologized profusely about the power being out, and demonstrated real concern in his mechanical recorded voice, I swear, I thought I heard his pre-recorded voice tremble once. Then he politely told me I could hang up any time I desired. I guess he would hang on there as long as it took me to gather myself together and hang up. Kind of like Electricity Counseling.
Then I drove to the drugstore and met all my newly discovered neighbors at the pain section. All of us were buying hot pain patches, Tylenol and other first aid material. All of us were aching like crazy from our post Hurricane Wilma Trauma.
We are about to start our eighth day without electricity.
I need to find a Laundromat…..
SCG





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