I was sittin’ here working and all of a sudden my power goes out. Being that it’s a beautiful day outside, I was taken by surprise.
Not to much later, a fire truck and a police car go racing down my street, in the direction of my dad’s house.
Wanting to be nosy, I call up Dad and ask him what’s up. He answers and says “holdon,callyourightback.” Eep - now I’m a bit worried.
He calls back and tells me what happened…
A guy was mowing the weeds next to the freeway that runs alongside Dad’s house in a Bobcat or some piece of heavy-duty lawncare equipment. The guy got a bit too close to one of those big metal ties that anchors utility poles to the ground. The bit that was in the ground snapped off.
This caused the tie to snap up.
Which caused the pole in dad’s front yard (on the other side of the fence) to snap in half and fall over.
Which caused the line attached to my dad’s house to rip away from his house (and land on & damage his car)
And caused the lines going down the street to pull away.
And eventually caused a pole 2 doors down to fall over.
Which caused all of the electricity in the neighborhood to go out.
And also the phone lines on his street to go down.
Dad heard all of this snapping and falling and ran outside. He saw the Bobcat guy, and made sure he was ok (he was fine). Dad called 911 from his cell phone and by the time he got back, Bobcat guy was gone.
Since my power was out, I had nothing better to do so I walked down the street to check out the damage. They wouldn’t let Dad cross the downed lines to come out to the street, so I stood and waved at him.
I ended up hanging out in the street with the cops and the firemen and some of Dad’s retired neighbors (who had been out when all this shit went down and weren’t allowed back IN to their houses).
Eventually the Bobcat guy came back, with his supervisor of course, and chatted with my Dad. Obviously, the Bobcat guy was pretty upset and of course so was his supervisor.
Funny thing is that the State guys told Dad “We hate mowing over here. It’s a real pain in the ass. But every year, someone calls and complains about the weeds…we’ve thought it was you this whole time…”
Dad told the guy that he’s never complained. In fact, he likes the weeds because his brother likes to collect bugs and butterflies from over there. Dad suggested maybe it was the other old crochety neighbor a bit down the street.
So, at least they got that cleared up
My power is back on, obviously. Who knows how long it’ll take them to get Dad’s street (5 houses) straightened out. And when he’ll get the power attached to his house again. I might be hosting a sleepover tonight.
Crazy shit, man…