(Reminiscing about hurricane season and Florida Power and Light)
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
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It's
interesting that as each time technology advances a step, we become so
dependent upon it that we can't imagine going back to what we had
before. That occurred to me when I tried to fast forward through the
commercials on a show I watching, only to realize that for once in a
long time I was actually watching a television show in real time. I
always TiVo my favorite shows, and then speed past the ads. The last
time technology slapped me in the face was when I thought I could travel
across the country without a cell phone. I ended up calling home via a
pay 
phone at the Atlanta airport, only to receive a jaw dropping bill of $20 for that one minute call on my next AT&T bill.
It is now hurricane season here in South Florida, and that means we must prepare to be sent back to caveman like living at any time. In the blink of an eye you can lose electrical service, phone service, and worst of all, a toilet that flushes. They tell me that people have lived around here for millennia, but I can't imagine how they pulled it off without air-conditioning. Two hours into a loss of electrical service and I am a basket case, cursing God, Florida Power and Light, and anyone else who I believe may have denied me my comfort. As I write this I am thinking about my generator that has been in the repair shop for the last three months, and I am wondering if it will be back in time for the next big blow. If it doesn't get fixed soon, you may see me on CNN at the Home Depot with all the other assholes when the next hurricane comes. I'll be the one fighting with an old woman over the last generator.
phone at the Atlanta airport, only to receive a jaw dropping bill of $20 for that one minute call on my next AT&T bill.It is now hurricane season here in South Florida, and that means we must prepare to be sent back to caveman like living at any time. In the blink of an eye you can lose electrical service, phone service, and worst of all, a toilet that flushes. They tell me that people have lived around here for millennia, but I can't imagine how they pulled it off without air-conditioning. Two hours into a loss of electrical service and I am a basket case, cursing God, Florida Power and Light, and anyone else who I believe may have denied me my comfort. As I write this I am thinking about my generator that has been in the repair shop for the last three months, and I am wondering if it will be back in time for the next big blow. If it doesn't get fixed soon, you may see me on CNN at the Home Depot with all the other assholes when the next hurricane comes. I'll be the one fighting with an old woman over the last generator.
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