The Electricity Saga

Was out early, before 9 - had breakfast at the hospital.   I didn't want to explain to Mark's lad that I and my partner-in-crime, Bruno, had been tinkering with the breaker box just before all the power and lights went out on the porch and the living room.

 

So had breakfast, did my chaplaincy round, went home, and lo and behold..... all is well.  Lights go on in the living room and the porch, and the spare bedroom.   Even the electric outlet in the computer room - that same outlet that caused me to move my computer to another wall - even that outlet is now working.

 

So I have no idea what went wrong, or what Timothy did to put it right, but for now everything electrical is working fine.  And with the best will in the world I think Bruno should stick to pastoring his church, I don't know if he was an electrician in Cameroon but he is not cut out for it in the US.

 

 I was looking online for a little story to fill up the Kiwani's bulletin, and this was what I found.

A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband.

Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen.

"Careful," he said. "CAREFUL! Put in some more butter!

Oh my Goodness! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY!

Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my GOD! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK!

Careful . CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when you're cooking! Never!

Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST your mind?

Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!"

The wife stared at him. "What in the world is wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"

The husband calmly replied, "I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving."