Looked out my kitchen window a few days ago and saw two men in yellow hard hats digging around the power pole at the rear of my property. The pole is where all utilities come before they go underground to my residence ( I hate overhead wires).
I walked out to see what the workers were doing and they were nailing a small metal tag on the pole. According to them, the pole was rotted at the base and must be replaced.
I asked how trucks and workers would get through my extensive landscaping to replace the pole. “Oh, we’ll have to tear all that out. We have right of way,” he answered.
“The hell you will,” I replied. He assured me everything would be replaced, but I know they won’t do it to my satisfaction.
I may go to jail over this one. The last time I came close to incarceration was back in the 80s when I contemplated kidnapping Rachel Ward.
I walked out to see what the workers were doing and they were nailing a small metal tag on the pole. According to them, the pole was rotted at the base and must be replaced.
I asked how trucks and workers would get through my extensive landscaping to replace the pole. “Oh, we’ll have to tear all that out. We have right of way,” he answered.
“The hell you will,” I replied. He assured me everything would be replaced, but I know they won’t do it to my satisfaction.
I may go to jail over this one. The last time I came close to incarceration was back in the 80s when I contemplated kidnapping Rachel Ward.