I was in Home Depot one night, right before they closed, looking for a breaker so I could get a client’s lights back on after they burned the old breaker completely out. They had 20 extensions running everywhere to everything, from just a couple plugs, with those complete fire hazard things that they sell, where you can turn a regular plug into a six plug outlet. And instead of setting their house on fire, as it was designed to do the breaker gave its life, and from the look of it, the breaker had tried valiantly before it kinda melted.

I found the section with the breakers that I needed, but the 50 amp box was empty. Poop.

Being an optimist, I got on my tip toes, and reached up to the shelf just above my head, and fished around the back of it in case there was something overlooked, and felt something, so I dragged it down, and miracle of all miracles, it was exactly the breaker I needed, The guy on the PA was telling all the people to c’mon and get the hell out because they were closing.

Overwhelmed with the serendipity of this, I immediately shouted, “Thank ya Baby Jesus!” really loud. As I danced a little happy jig in the breaker aisle, a voice from way across the store shouted “Praise his Holy Name!”, followed by a voice from about 4 aisles the other way shouted, “Amen and Hallelujah!” It was like I started a movement over a breaker.

I went back to the client’s house, plugged in the new breaker, and they had lights again. I lectured them a little on how they could have burned their house down, gave some suggestions on what they should do to avoid it, gave them a bill, and drove home.

Jesus on the mainline…