Blog number 116 Sep 12, 2007
Well, yesterday was another of those days that will live in infamy. September eleventh. It was "Going To Phoenix" day, a day that comes once a week on Tuesday. I had a doctor's appointment at 8:30 am, so we were figuring on leaving for the City around 9:30.
I was the third patient on the list at the doctor's office at 8:15, but the first person came in at 2:30am and was already lined out, so I was number two, actually. "Not bad," I thought.
The first guy's name got called at about 8:45 am. Mine was called at 9:30. I got out of the building around 10:00am from my 8:30 appointment. Not bad. A lot faster than usual.
I drove home, got Teresa off the computer and ready to go. When we walked outside, we noticed a decaled pickup sitting in front with a big guy at the wheel looking like he wanted to talk to us. He got out, showed Teresa an electric bill, asked her if that was her name, she said yes, and he then told her that he was there to shut off the electricity if we didn't pay the overdue bill that day.
Can we give him a check? No, gotta be cash. Can we pay it after we get back from Phoenix? No, gotta be now. Teresa says she already paid it. Not according to his records. After a few minutes of this, the guy says, "Wait a minute. What's your name?"
Teresa says, "Teresa Duran-Reynolds."
"Ah," the guy says, "wrong name. Sorry."
At around 10:30 we left for the City.
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