This marks the second time in a month when we’ve lost power for no good reason. It’s getting to the point where any loud bang during the day or night could signal the implosion of the transformer at the corner of our property and another day of darkness while we wait for the crew to come and patch it up with duct tape or replace the car battery or whatever it is they do after standing around and scratching their asses. This used to be a common occurrence when we first moved in, happening roughly once every three months or so, and predictably during high winds or fierce storms. Then you came out and did something, and sent us a letter and claimed you’d made it all better, and the problem went away for a brief while. Now I’m afraid we’re back to random deer farts or squirrels chewing on the line or whatever it is that blows up the buzzing green box on the pole.

Here’s a suggestion: Remember the crew you sent out to hack a huge hole in the front of our tulip tree, the one right out in front of our house? Send them back down the property line, where you’ve let trees grow intertwined with the high-voltage lines, and hack the shit out of that stuff. Heck, I’ll help you haul it out of there. Or, better yet, just disconnect me from that pole and send my power line out to the front like my two neighbors, who seem to always have the lights on.

Thanks for nothing,
The Idiot.

Date posted: October 30, 2009 | Filed under house | Comments Off on Dear BG&E.

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