Breaking Circuits

271B3A4C-F794-43F0-803C-2759EF498C84When I opened my front door I was greeted by a woman I’d never seen before. Overall, she was rather nondescript looking, with the notable exception of her eyes, which were a blue color the likes of which I hadn’t seen since I was last snorkeling in Grand Cayman Island’s crystal clear, cerulean waters.

“I’m your new neighbor,” she announced, holding out her hand for me to shake. “My name is Chastity.”

“Nice to meet you, Chastity,” I said, shaking her outreached hand. “I’m Ted.”

“I’m so sorry to bother you, Ted,” she said. “I just moved into the townhouse next door two days ago and some of my kitchen appliances aren’t working. I think it might be a fuse and I was wondering if you have any spares.”

“I doubt that it’s a fuse,” I told her. “All of these townhomes in this development have circuit breakers. You probably just need to flip the breaker to the on position.”

“I’m not very handy,” she said, opening her amazingly beautiful eyes wide. “Would you mind coming next door and showing me how to do that circuit breaker thing you’re talking about?”

“Not at all,” I said. With that I grabbed the key to my front door, stepped out, and followed her to her house.

“So where is the circuit breaker located?” she asked.

“In my unit, the circuit box is located at the back of the master bedroom closet,” I said, “so I assume yours is there, too.”

Chastity grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. I opened up the walk-in closet door, headed to the back of the closet, separated Chastity’s hanging clothes, and found the circuit box. “Here it is,” I said, calling Chastity over to see it. I opened up the circuit box door. “We’re lucky. The previous owner labeled all the breakers.”

I quickly found the applicable circuit breakers and flipped them. Chastity stood facing me, put her arms around my neck, and planted a tender kiss on my lips. “Nice to meet you, neighbor,” she said.

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13 thoughts on “Breaking Circuits

  1. James Pyles August 20, 2018 / 2:42 pm

    Last week, my wife was using an electric trimmer to cut back some bushes in the front of our house. I don’t know how, but she managed to cut completely through the power cord she was using. It was plugged into an outdoor socket where the opposite wall is in our garage.

    The garage lights still worked, but anything plugged into a wall socket in there had no power. When I got home from work, I went to the circuit box and toggled the appropriate breaker switch. Nada. Then I noticed that one of the sockets had an additional built-in breaker, like the one in the master bathroom. I told her to press it, and it reset that breaker. Power back on so our refrigerator and freezer wouldn’t get warm and ruin a lot of food.

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    • Fandango August 20, 2018 / 3:27 pm

      Ah, the trick of the little reset button and GFCI breakers!


  2. Michael August 20, 2018 / 5:14 pm

    We all dream don’t we. Imagine if you got a kiss for flicking a switch, what you might get if you baked her a cake??

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Sight11 August 20, 2018 / 6:57 pm

    Your characters are getting too much love from unexpected places, I wonder if it could be experience or memories that inspire these expressions.. Huh! Sensei?

    Liked by 1 person

    • Fandango August 20, 2018 / 7:20 pm

      experience, memories, and mostly imagination.


  4. Tad Tadeusz Mróz August 21, 2018 / 7:22 am

    🙂 Nice post. And wow – nice proportions to hot the water: doubled time then to heat the fire 😀

    Liked by 1 person

    • Fandango August 21, 2018 / 10:24 am

      Lots of heat, that’s for sure.


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