On Monday, my Internet went down. I wanted to make plane reservations. Nope. I wanted to make car rental reservations. Nope. I wanted to look up an e-mail from a cousin that had a phone number on it that I needed to call. Nope. I love the convenience of the Internet, but I sure hate the glitches. Turned out, that was just the beginning of my Monday. Next, the wind came up, and my retractable awning did not wind itself back in. I went through the manual, again, and called the service number, again. The very nice service person took me through all the steps and then said, “Do you have a hair dryer?”
“Well, why don’t we see if you have power at your plug in.”
No power. No motor. I checked the breakers, none were tripped. I’d wasted a good portion of the day by now. So, I went to the kitchen and fixed a dish with chicken, water chestnuts, broccoli, carrots, and cabbage. I planned to sprinkle on a little ginger and then add some soy sauce. The top came off the ginger jar and a third of the brand new bottle’s contents fell into the dish. I had no idea ginger could be so hot.
A few hours later, I had a call in to both an electrician and my techy person, so I thought I might as well watch the news in the mean time. No TV. I wasn’t boiling – yet. I called the cable company, and after her deciding I needed a new modem, the person on the other end of the line told me to go “on-line” and find the nearest store location. Then I boiled.
My daughter figured out the short end to this long story, the GFI plug in the garage had been tripped when I unplugged a battery charger that morning. I pushed the little re-set button and instantly had TV, Internet, a retractable awning, and frozen pizza for dinner.
Monday’s ought to be illegal.