Summer in our area usually equates to a good afternoon thunderstorm at least once a week. Last week I was running some tickets with one of my co-workers when a huge thunder and lightening storm descended upon us. Fortunately we were nice and dry, with all of our jobs residing in one location in a connecting building.
When it was time to go back to our desks, the storm was at it’s peek. We began to walk through the crossover that connects the main building to the covered parking garage. The crossover was dark as the clouds emptied their contents on to the cars below.
All of the sudden a huge flash lit up the hallway and I startled, first somewhat jumping to the left and then to the right. Picture if you will, Spiderman attempting to first move to the left of a villain, and then to the right – finally standing still face to face with the enemy – arms spread wide.
There was a great silence, and then hysterical laughter next to me. My co-worker, through coughs of extreme and guttural hysterics then spewed out, “Oh NO Katherine, they turned the LIGHTS ON!”
Yes, you got it. We were walking through the crossover that temporarily had the lights off. When the lights turned on I BOLTED, first to the left, then to the right, then froze in the middle – my brain telling me a huge flash of lightening had hit RIGHT NEXT TO US.
My buddy laughed all the way through the crossover, through the garage and into the office, where of course the story was shared by all. How humiliating. It is times like these when one can only laugh at one’s self. Startle much?
