As My Electricity Turns, On

Ok people, sorry for the constant updates on my electrical problems, but it is not really all about me. The same saga happens to powerless people every day. Twelve days ago, my AC went out. It was restored 15 minutes ago. In a little less than 4 minutes. “Well, I just climbed up on the roof and cut a couple of thangs and crimped them back together and wrapped them in electrical tape,” said the man who just climbed off my roof. (Props to Grumpy for meeting the service guy and handing him my phone.) I don’t know whether to point the Monkey Paw at TXU, Oncor, or both. On Thursday, I was told it would be back on by “late afternoon.” At 3 p.m. on Friday, I was told it would be on “in a couple of hours.” Today, almost 72 hours later, a guy shows up and, after hearing my tale of woe, says, “Well, it sounds like you didn’t need to have all that electrical work done at all. You should have just called us first.” Luckily Grumpy pulled the phone from the guy as I screamed, “You are the first people I called,” followed by an endless stream of vulgar language, including some new, quite inventive adjectives that rolled out of my toxic mind, across my tongue, and on to, I hope, my new Wikipedia page. (Developing.) But I digress. TXU and Oncor: quit lying to your customers. Twelve days. Out of my house. Four minutes. Grrr. Josh, loan me a cigabutt.