My name is...?

Eunice had moved on to start her European tour. Her trail of destruction had knocked down trees and left part of the town powerless.

On day two of the power cut, Tony was wondering if they'd need him at work. He works in a hotel/bar restaurant down the road. We still had phone reception, so I suggested he call and ask. 

This perturbed him. He was visibly anxious. 

Tony: Dunno what to say. 

Me: Just phone them, tell them we have a power cut, and ask them if they still need you to go to work.

Tony pondered it for a little while.

Tony: Right...

He walked off, prodding his phone. 

As a brief after thought, I remembered that he just follows instructions and I'd left an important detail out. I called out after him...

Me: Remember to say who it is!

Pause...

Tony: Gareth. 

Me: That's not your name Tone!

Tony: Oh yeah.

Power Clutz

Storm Eunice, like all good guests, came bearing gifts. On this occasion though, she brought destruction and a power cut.

I surveyed the modern world without power, and there's not a lot left. I've been planning to replace the gas hob with electric, but I'm thinking differently now - at least we had gas.

Tony emerged from his room. 

Tony: Hmmph...power cut! 

Me: Yeah. 🙄

Tony: Hmm. No breakfast then....no kettle...so not even a cup of tea. 😔

I paused to let him run the possibilities through his head. Then I actually saw the light bulb moment. He even raised a 'Eureka' finger in the air!

Tony: Oh yeah! 

Me: Yeah? 

Tony: Yeah! Microwave!

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