Sitting in my house in the living room... pretty big picture window.
BOOM POP BANG BANG SIZZZLE POP!!!!!
Lights all flashing all of the dang place, and my power went out...
Fizzle snap pop bzzzzt!!! more flashing light outside... a fuse was blowing out on the pole at the end of my driveway. Next, the power comes back on half speed, everything is dim.
I look back outside and there is a fire about the size of a racoon on the pole. My wife had been looking for the number for the electric company, and we decided to call 911 since the fire was going pretty well. It was snowing like crap, we had gotten our first inch of about 5.
Just as she hangs up, the fire falls off the pole and the electricity went out for good. She next called the electic company. We lit a few cancles and got ready to leave by flashlight and candle light. Off to visit with relatives and friends.
Got everything together, and blew out the 4 candles I had lit... got in the car and drove slowly to the next town over about 13 miles. My wife says, "Crap! I didn't blow out the candles!"
I assured her I blew out the candles that were lit in the livingroom.
"You didn't blow any out in the kitchen"?
Crap, I had not... so I got ready to turn around. Next, we decided since we made the trip, I'd drop them off and go it alone since we didn't want to travel the kid 39 miles or so in this snow.
So, I drop them off... and drive home. The power was back on, so that was good. Blew the candle out, and headed back.
As I drove back, I crashed into a ditch and had to survive the next 9 hours living off my urine and eating a toe I cut off with a car key.
Actually, I made that last part up since this story got rather boring after the fire... but it still sucked to have the fire on the pole and drive all the way home to blow a candle out.
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