Making dinner and then like a bad scene out of the old Tom Hanks movie, "Money Pit," a loud pop and poof, no electric. Well, kind of. The kitchen was out, but the computer screen glowed in the family room. Well, no, the microwave still had power, but we had no lights. Ok, deep breath. Check the breaker box. Throw the main. All hands on deck! Call an electrician. Call the power company. Call Ghostbusters! The neighbors have lights.
Half an hour later, after resetting breakers and realizing the lights work upstairs but nothing else is working, a phone call is made to the electric company. Another hour or so later and technicians arrive. A problem with the connection at the pole. Our electric stove though may be a casualty.
Seriously, at the time of the pop, I ran my hand over the wall to see if it was hot and really expected that scene from the movie when the wire sparked and a fire ran down the kitchen wall. Luckily I wasn't roasting a turkey that shot out the window then boomeranged back into a pan. But, I think if pressed I could see my husband doing that maniacal laugh Tom Hanks had over the gaping whole in the floor when the bathtub fell through. Fabulous? Debatable.
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