Last night I turned onto the street leading into my neighborhood and saw a big utility truck with a cherry picker on top, right where I saw the flash when our power went out. There were a group of guys in orange vests standing around the bottom of the truck.
Me: "Are you the power guys?"
Power guy: "What?"
Me: "I mean, you guys aren't fixing the cable or trimming trees, you're actually restoring the power, right?"
Power guy: "Yeah. Where do you live?"
Me: "Right down that way. I've been off for six days and I'm sick of running that damn generator."
Power guy: "Well go turn it off, your power will be on any second now."
Me: "I love you."
Power guys: look at each other hesitantly
Power guys: get the joke and start laughing
Power guy: Points to the youngest guy in the crew and says "Are you talking to him? Cause he's gay."
Power guys and me: laugh
Young power guy: looks like he's just been hassled by his seniors
And the power was on before I could drive down the street to my house. Two hours shy of six full days I was without power.
But it's all good now.