Okay, so you know when you’re good friends with a guy, but really you’re in love with him, but he’s not in love with you, and he says, “I’ll give you a call tonight,” and you get home and find out they’ve turned your electricity off because you forgot to pay your bill, and so your answering machine isn’t working, so you can’t leave your apartment because what if he calls while you’re gone and you get back and you have no way of knowing if he called or not, and you can’t *69 him because maybe somebody else called after him while you were gone, and you certainly can’t call him and say, did you call me?, and the electricity is off so you can’t watch TV and you light a bunch of candles and try to read but there still isn’t enough light, so you just sit there alone in your apartment in the dark and wait for him to call, which he never does?
Don’t you just hate that?
Did you never hear of Caller ID?
Although sitting around with candles sounds kind of fun.
Wait, I have a dumb question. If your power is out… how did you manage to get your computer to work to be able to put that in your blog? Hmmmmm…
I have put a low-grade curse on the person who turned off your power, like the curse I put on the evil-bitch-bus-driver-from-hell whose bus was subsequently spotted disabled along Amsterdam Avenue.
JW, thank you for your curse. Jon, not a dumb question, but the answer is that this didn’t actually happen yesterday–I couldn’t blog about it when my power was out, so I saved it up for now.
Yes, I know that feeling well. Yes, I hate it.
Now that post was one hell of an impressive run-on sentence! 🙂
Yeah, I hate when that happens.
Its statutory law in the UK that utility companies cannot cut off your supply, only install a card meter.
But yeh, I can imagine it being a pain.