It's 8:30pm the night before we leave town for a 3+ Week oddessy. What can go wrong? This is the Ugly Chronicles, so a little bit of blowback is expected I suppose. It was about a half hour ago when the power went out (Lightening Storm). Needless to say, with clothes in the washer and cats scurrying for cover through the thunder, we are looking at each other with smirks, thinking "Yup. We needed this". "Honey, your turn to find the flashlights. I believe they're in the 4th box down, 2 boxes deep in the garage, maybe".
We have lived at our house for 15 years with great patience and with minimal appreciation with our AT&T provider. You see, we happen to live in possibly the only location in Boise where there is no cellphone reception in the 200 feet radius in which we plunked our house down. We can achieve 2 bars on the phone by a selfy-stick and facing due West. The Winchester House has nothing on us.
To my chagrin, my one important task was to schedule transportation for tomorrow's trip to the airport. It was all sweet and serene when I thought I had all the time in the evening to arrange it. Dang-it! I just got into my P.J's too. So, it was jump into the truck, drive 201 feet to the end of the block, park, crack my knuckles and begin the skilled art of Uber searching. Unfortunately, I found something out. Uber, for some reason, would not accept our address as a pickup point. It wanted to use my current location, which was 201 feet from the place where the luggage will be in the morning. Other attempts to use their map to pinpoint a pickup revealed that our house doesn't exist in their mapping system. We really are off the grid. Words were said, and I decided to move on to Lyft. Ahh, better luck; after 5 minutes, Pickup scheduled. I drive back to the other end of the block a hero, but a little bitter.