We have two computers. She has hers in one room and mine is in another. By no means is She a computer expert but She does manage to do her e-mail and check for recipes on the Internet. Oh yes, She did manage to meet me on the Internet a little over three years ago now.

The day before yesterday we were each working at our computer when She decided She wanted to unsubscribe from some particular e-mail. It was one of those that had a little note at the end saying, "To unsubscribe click here". So She did. As soon as She clicked her screen went blank. A little bit of panic set in because She thought She had done something that might have broken her new computer. Then She heard a loud voice, which She thought came from the computer. The voice yelled, "Son of a bitch!".

Now She thought She had offended whoever had sent the letter.

In reality there had been a power failure. It had been raining heavily and when that happens around here usually some tree topples over on some wires near us and we immediately go back about a century. Of course, it didn't take long to realize the electrical catastrophe had nothing to do with her "clicking" her message. And, obviously, the roar She heard was me suddenly realizing I had violated the advice I always give to her, "Save, save, save."

We chuckled about this several times during the next 22 hours while we were calling the power company to find out when power would be restored. They have a rather neat, fully automated system.
If you call around 9 o'clock you will be told power will be restored between 9 and 11.
If you call around 11 you'll be told power will be restored between 11 and 1.
This goes on all day and all night until finally it turns out to be true.

I suppose if I were to challenge their accuracy they would be quick to point out they never did say what day it would be restored.