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March 24, 2005

Morning in the Monroe Household

Tell husband I need five more minutes, he nags "NO! Get your ass up!"

Groan, pull cat off head, stumble my scary-lookin self down the hall to assist children with wardrobe, make lunch, etc., and have them on their way in 30 minutes.

Typical morning.

Thirty minutes later...they are back. Not so typical.

School is closed. Restaurants are closed. Half the town is shut down due to water contamination:

Clabo said that costic soda is put into the water system after it is filtered, along with fluoride. One of the barrels that was supposed to contain costic soda apparently contained another substance.

"Another substance." That's great. Wonder what it might be. Wonder how it was labeled. Wonder who fucked up!

Jeez. "...best we can tell," says City Manager Clabo, "it is a very benign sudsy type material..."

Thanks, I'll just be waiting on the final word from the chemist on the whole "benign" issue.

Meanwhile, I worked all day with the chitlins. (Don't pity them. They had TV, DVDs, and internet access.) After work, I dropped my child for ball practice with all the nutrients of a Lunchable, since we didn't have time to go home, and all the restaurants are closed.

The media vans were set up in the parking lot of her school, and I think they found everyone's disinterest in their presence a bit unusual. No one went near them. We laid back folk around here. No one seemed to want to publicly gripe about the situation, not even me. (I will do so passively...here.)

To the kids, a "snow" day without the snow. To me, a slight loss in productivity, and an excuse to squirm out of the topics that I promised to deliver tonight.

(Not that you peeps were holding your breath on that one.)

posted by Key on 06:59 PM | Comments (5)

You wussies. That stuff is Perrier in Calcutta. Mayberry will never be a customer service Mecca.

Posted by: Velociman at March 24, 2005 07:36 PM

And not to be too pedantic, but humour me. Mr. Clabo, or the paper's copy editor, should know what caustic soda is. It's what poor people throw on each other when they can't afford a Saturday Night Special.

Posted by: Velociman at March 24, 2005 08:51 PM

Did you get to put the kids outside and bang your hubby, at least??

Posted by: rightisright at March 24, 2005 08:57 PM

Hubby = Bossman

Run our own biz we do. Having said that, he's lucky to be alive at the end of a day like this!

Posted by: Key at March 24, 2005 09:34 PM

That is just too damn weird. I live in Temple (west ga) and we had a water main or something break Saturday night, no damn water for most of Sunday, and are supposed to be boiling it

Posted by: Richard at March 29, 2005 07:58 PM
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