It’s nice to come home one night from a distant trip to find this little card on your front door handle. I know my heart was warmed when my wife casually mentioned that our gas was shut off.
Since she pays the bills I knew this wouldn’t be my fault,
but hers. This meant I would have to prepare a speech immediately on the value
and merit of being on time, paying our debts when required and overlaying it
all with a sense that perhaps I’M superior in my punctuality in life.
As I began to formulate this great lecture I noticed TLW
(The Little Woman) was not too concerned, almost nonchalant about the whole
situation. I was quickly losing my enthusiasm in this whole affair and decided
instead to save myself any embarrassment by not pursuing it further other than
to ask:
“What happened?” (Here I am prepared to be directed to go
shit in my hat, something she learned from her mamma as a wee lassie.)
“They must have been working in the neighborhood and needed
to shut off our gas, we weren’t home so left us a note.
I hate when these things happen; after all, I have too few
moments of self-righteousness, superior feelings of worth or the sense that I
can lecture her, and still live let alone save another baseball cap!
The card left us an option to call and get immediate service
from the gas company. It is late in the evening but we all anyway since we need
the stove to cook breakfast. When you don’t have gas the next morning it means
either you missed a meal or the gas line is out, and going to a deli or
restaurant for breakfast is unacceptable. We are informed that a service person
will be out sometime this evening, and to be prepared.
Around a quarter to 9 pm, one shows up, he will turn on the
gas and will have to check every appliance that used gas before he will do so,
but first, he needs to spend about 45 minutes outside to d something that I have
no idea what it is.
When he is done he comes to the door and says: “OK”, and do
I know why he is here and what happened that my gas is off!
My gas company is quite a gas company, it gives me gas and
then it gives me gas.
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