Who or what decimated that telephone pole? You can't fool Management. We know it HAD to be a Tinbox Acres resident who fried the power pole.

We had dropped in for an unannounced inspection one day last month, when Management noticed a telephone pole was burnt black halfway down from the top. The very tippity-top was all scorched and splintered, like it exploded or something. And what the hell is hanging up there? It looks and smells a lot like Cajun-roasted roadkill.

That little street urchin Timmy Radkin was in the driveway, trying to use one of the fallen cables as a jump rope. We did not try to stop Timmy from jumping rope with a live electrical wire, however. Management does not believe in messing with Mother Nature when she's in the process of thinning the herd, or throwing some chlorine into the gene pool, or whatever it's called when some hick kills or neuters himself doing something blatantly stupid. This includes jumping rope with a live, spark-throwing wire that's hanging from the top of a fried-out power pole.

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