Electrician in Burbank: Supercharged – Part II

Hi, this is Mike. This is Part 2 of “Electrician in Burbank: Supercharged.” You found me by searching for electrician Burbank CA. You can find Part 1 of this story on my blog

Previously: Mike, an electrician in Burbank CA, and his friend, Sandy, who works for H Electric, have an adventure. In a bizarre storm, these two Burbank electricians make a strange discovery. Mike’s story continues.

A silent alarm bell rang in my head as I remembered having read about the “Arts Alive” festival debuting in Burbank CA this week. This installation was going to be alive, all right. For all its beauty, it had been designed as a giant lightning rod, which, when struck, would fuse the sand at the bottom into glass.

I looked across the street and saw a camera mounted from a fourth floor window, pointed at the exhibit.

I grabbed Sandy’s shoulder and pointed to the camera. We both looked back just in time to see a cluster of four young hipsters jockeying for position in front of the copper art, hands and bodies clamoring to touch the rod while smiling and waving at the camera.

I heard a deafening thunder clap. Instinctively, Sandy and I dove forward and grabbed a hipster in each hand, jumping back onto the concrete and dragging them with us. They were too surprised to struggle against us. As the last foot crossed safely onto the concrete, a bolt of yellow lightning struck the top finial with a earsplitting crack. The hipsters stood there wide-eyed as it lit up the pole all the way to the ground, every hair on their bodies standing on end. But the young man closest to me reeled, and I lost my balance. I propelled backward, my boot striking the bottom of the installation just as the lightning fused the sand. Luckily, the hipster was no longer touching me, so the impact knocked me clear.

I lay there a few seconds, checking myself. My head was busting and the adrenaline was pumping through me like a freight train. But I was alive. I heard an angry voice, yelling and swearing, but that was superseded by ambulance sirens and fire trucks. I wanted to open my eyes, but a vision of standing in a bathtub full of water trying to replace a bathroom fan was floating through my consciousness.

“Hey, Bud. Mike? You okay?” It was Sandy’s voice.

I opened my eyes then just as the EMTs clustered around me.

“What was all the swearing about?” I asked Sandy.

“It was the guy who staged the whole thing — the artist and cameraman. He said we were in the way when the lightning struck and ruined the shot.”

“Hmph,” I said. “I’ll try harder to accommodate him next time.” I laid there just breathing for a bit while the EMT’s were taking my vitals.  They asked me what I did, and I told them I was an electrician in Burbank CA.

“Sandy?”

“Yeah, Mike.”

“Good thing we heard that thunder, eh?”

Sandy just looked at me with this weird look on his face. “Dude,” he said. “What are you talking about?”

“We heard that thunder then dove in and grabbed those kids.”

“You better check him out real good,” Sandy said soberly to the EMTs. Then looking back at me, “Last time I checked, the thunder comes after the lightning.”

Like I said, “Anything can happen in Burbank,” especially to a Burbank electrician. “Burbank lightning makes my life more exciting” has become the motto of Burbank electricians. Tune in for another exciting adventure of Electrician: Supercharged. Who knows where we might pop up next?

 

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