… and then I fell into a hole.
November 6th, 2005Yeah, I’m known for doing really stupid things. So much so that Girl has even coined a phrase for them. You know, it’s not even like it’s really always my own doing. Much of the time, it’s circumstances out of my control.
So I was changing a light bulb when I blew a fuse. Lost all the power in my apartment. I lit a candle and asked Chaos to come down to the basement with me. He thought I was scared. I wasn’t, I just wanted someone to come with me, but I didn’t know why.
The basement light was on in the back, where we went in, but as we approached the front of the building (where the fuse box is) I noticed that there was no bulb in that socket, and the string to turn it on was missing anyway.
I was looking in the mostly dark for the fuse box, by candlelight… and then I fell into a hole.
I kid you not. There was a 4×8 hole that was a little more than waist deep. If it were any deeper I would be calling it a pit. I probably already could. My brother saw the hole and figured I had, too, but no, I was too busy looking for the fuse box that the hole was directly in front of. I messed up my leg a little and needed help climbing back up out of the hole. Guess that’s why I wanted my brother to come with me.
Flipped the switch to reset the fuse and went back upstairs.
To still no power. Apparently it was the wrong switch. Chaos wouldn’t go back down and try again, claiming that it wasn’t going to work anyway. I wound up sitting in the dark, playing my guitar by candlelight, with my leg elevated and iced. It took about an hour to get through to my landlord’s house and another hour for him to get here and turn the power back on.
But, no, I am not still in the hole. And if I were I wouldn’t have had my phone and would have been stuck in a hole, in my basement, probably all night long… which would be a much more interesting story, but I’m glad that’s not one I get to tell…
Or at least one I don’t get to tell yet. You never know with me.
~FG };^>