Power Outage
Let me tell you a tale of warning.
One afternoon back in August, a storm was brewing. It got darker in the south. To me, it looked like it was going to pass by us.
Roy suddenly started shouting, "Shut the windows!" We ran around the house slamming windows down. I looked to the West and a wall of deep brown was coming our way. It was dust and dirt being picked up by the wind. It's a common sight at the front of a storm. We got the last window closed right before it hit the house. For a few seconds, all we could see was dust out the windows. The clouds had moved over us and it was dark enough to be night, even though the sun hadn't set. The hail began to fall, covering the ground in pea-sized white pellets. After a few minutes the hail turned to rain and continued on into the evening. Not more than ten minutes later, the power went out. I was on my way to the bathroom the moment it happened. I thought it was no big deal because usually when it goes out it comes right back on again. I did my business in the bathroom and came back out. The house was still dark. Roy and I started lighting candles. |
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I asked, "Why not? It doesn't run on electricity."
"But the pump in the well does, so we only get one chance to flush it and then it won't fill again," He said.
"Um, I already flushed it," I said as apologetically as possible. He gave a huff and shook his head. "I didn't know!" I whined.
Lucky for me, the power outage only lasted 40 min, so my error was soon forgotten and there were no accidents in the meantime. But let this be a warning to all of you. When the power goes out, don't make any assumptions about your bathroom privileges!
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