Life Of Jason

Damn you, John Twitty.   Damn you.

I know it was you who turned the power off at my house this morning for a few minutes.

This morning as I walked into the shower I didn’t expect the feeling of doom that was about to envelop me.  As regular blog readers know, we wondered if there was a ghost in the house after finding a pentagram on the wall of an unfinished room and some other unusual experiences within the house.  That unfinished room is right next to the upstairs bathroom where the previous owners installed a shower that is so small it makes a coffin look spacious and roomy.

So I’m in my water coffin when suddenly the entire bathroom goes pitch black.

My first thought was wondering if “Dave” was planning to pop up and hand me my towel.  I hopped out of the shower completely soaped up from head to toe and wrapped a towel around me before wandering into the house and finding all the power off.

That’s when I heard the laughter.  Not from a ghost.  The sound of roaring laughter coming from the northeast…the general area of City Utilities offices.

It had to be John Twitty.  He’s to blame for everything, right?

You know he was sitting in his office thinking that he couldn’t begin his day unless he specifically messed around with some local citizen.  Flipping on his computer, he began to monitor all water use across the city looking for a bump that would indicate a shower had just been turned on.  Being the general manager of CU he knows exactly what each little increase in water usage means from a quick glance at a computer screen.  He picked up the phone and called someone in the power department to prepare to shut down my house and only my house for literally just a minute so it would spook me out and make me think that a ghost had turned off the light in my bathroom making my water coffin seem even smaller than it is with the lights on.

Can you picture him there?  Sitting at his desk with his feet up telling that staff member…”wait for it……..wait for it………NOW!”

Then the laughter began all throughout the building.

So damn you, John Twitty.  Damn you!