Thunder rolled in with a mighty shout, and there was the lighting to illuminate the pathway of thunders clap. The thunder made us jump, and the lightning made us blind for lack of electric power, and the light bulbs which need said power. Eight hours, and these eight hours were spent in the dark, but not because it was a difficult problem to fix, we were just unlucky to living in a town populated by minorities and blue collar labor workers.
" Your geographic location is not a priority."
I asked what that meant but no satisfactory response could be produced.
" Is it because it's not an affluent town? Is it because my neighborhood is primarily minority and blue collar?" I asked that question with the sincerest of tone.
" Sir are you trying to make a joke? "
" No I'm not trying to make a joke, I'm asking an honest question."
" Sir your area is just not a priority."
" click"
I hung up on the Connecticut light and power man. This night has been still yet another evidence to the social inequality in this great nation of ours. Hooray!!!