A big storm knocked power out to our house last night, but only about half of the house. Kitchen lights worked, but outlets along the wall didn't; power on in the bedroom, off in the office, etc.
Fortunately the problem was outside the house, a job for the city utility crew and nothing I had to pay for. As the crew boss left, he said, "That tree rubbed a hole in your hot leg."
I love jargon.
― The Bearnaise-Stain Bears (Rock Hardy), Tuesday, 17 October 2006 18:24 (nineteen years ago)