. . . nor any drop to drink

Somebody from the city’s water and wastewater department came by earlier and banged on the front door, to notify us that water on our block (and a couple of others) would be cut off at five this afternoon, to let them do work on a storm sewer project.  He told us that the water would be off for “a couple of hours, but it should be back on by nine at the latest.”

It’s now ten, and we still have no sign of returning water service; the crew and their backhoe are still esconced at the other end of the block, doing something or another mysterious around a hole in the street.

 

The nuclear radio swallows the temporary racquetball in the tavern.  Fnord.

About Marchbanks

I'm an elderly tech analyst, living in Texas but not of it, a cantankerous and venerable curmudgeon. I'm yer SOB grandpa who has NO time for snot-nosed, bad-mannered twerps.
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