Ok, I could have been electrocuted. Here is the story. When we had all the construction done last fall, I asked the electricians to check the front yard light that was on a post in the front yard. I just wanted to know if there was any juice to it. It has never worked since I have know these guys. He told me the line must be broken between the pole and the house and not to worry about it. I explained that I wanted to yank it out one of these days then and he said it was safe to mess with. Remember that...its important for later.
OK, so that yard light was a mess. With all the salt in the air from the ocean things rust really fast. The other day, I noticed that the whole pole had finally rusted completely out and that it had fallen over in the ivy. So, being the take charge gal that I am, I decided it was time for it to hit the garbage pile. About a half our ago I went into the garage and tried to find a pair of wire cutters. No luck there, so I tried to find anything that would cut wire. I finally settled on a pair of limb cutters, basically because they had rubber grips on it. I figured, just in case, because I don't trust electricians ( no offense James, perhaps I should clarify...Electricians that I am not related to. ) and because that electrical box is not labeled with that line, so I have no idea which switch to flip. I would normally shut off the entire house just to be safe....but Nancy was working on the laptop that was plugged in. After all, the electrician did fix the other two outside outlets that I had him look at. Maybe he was right about the light pole.
I go out to the light pole, limb cutters with the rubber grips in hand. I stand the pole up against the tree. I notice there are two big rust holes in the pole. One at the bottom and one at the top, just below the actual light fixture. I decided to cut the wire at the top, that way if they want to pull the wire back through the pipe they would have more to wrap their hands around. I just barely started to cut the wires and the son of a bitch sparked. Talk about a pissed off person. The line is broken between the pole and the house, my ass. I was cutting the wire an inch from the top of the pole.....Jez. I'm just going to get a different electrician to come in and take care of it. Maybe he can put a new fixture in. It would be nice to have a light there and then he can mark the box. Don't worry I do not have curly hair and I didn't get zapped. If I ever run across that that electrician.....well, I am going to tell him I have a wire for him to lick. Oh don't worry, he said it was safe to handle, the wire was broken between the pole and the house.
4 comments:
LOL You are definitely your father's daughter!!!! Remember the stove insident(spell??) , using a screwdriver on an electric stove that is plugged in. Hey I asked if he didn't need to unplug it! He said NO!! The shock made him jump, he hit the stove and knocked off my big beer pitcher (utensil holder) and it hit him in the head.. Pissed was not the word for it!!!!! And this all happened because I asked him to fix the stove and he was in a hurry to go (what else?)fishing!!!!
lol...I remember that. he was pissed and you set him straight, if I remember correctly. Remember, I was told by a professional electrician that it was a dead wire. He was cute, but full of shit.
I only wish that I could have been there to see your face.
LOL It's the cute ones you have to be careful of. They'll tell you anything, because, well that's just the way they are....
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